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Falling From the Plane At 10,000 Ft.

It's another universe out there:
a snow-scape of valleys and hills
with a marshmallow floor you could
almost jog on, as solid-seeming as 
the world we've just left.  Drifting, 
drifting, like a snowflake, slow-motion 
in a space where there is no time, 
no missing element in the free fall 
in which you find souls in transition who
must stall a bit.  Death was so quick, 
the sorrowing, long.  It's a slow ascent 
before your downward drop because 
all around us is that incredible blue 
we aspire to, as we reach for the sun, 
and He who formed it from fire.

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Daver Austin

Date: 3/30/2009 6:05:00 AM

"Death was so quick, the sorrowing long." I've never fallen headlong from 10,000 feet, but a dive off a very high board gives some of the effect..... all of life so quick, but while experiencing seems long.....a sort of death in the fall. I've never thought about it that way, but your poem nails it for me. Great write. Love, daver