Windlass and Plunge

Jumpers taste the air tonight Black jelly fish ballooning into clouds and stars Slick of lip and jeweled of eyes breaking the wind with outspread fingers Pushing gravity on their bellies A thousand pins to bed on air with cheeks blown back to smiling teeth they taste the jump, adrenaline breath- And we wait. On our backs in fields of wheat, watching them slam the atmosphere's skin and bullet on invisible feathered waves Perhaps it's excitement on two ends of the spectrum which pull us together and push us apart One, as the jumper, in infinite motion One, as the watcher, in infinite heart.