Freefall

Falling, without the wisdom to catch one’s self

Nor the realization or intent

Pray the ground is patient

I felt the breeze, desperate to taste any hint of season,

I saw the colors change in rapid succession

From blues to reds and back

I was hungry, starving

And yet I couldn’t fathom nourishment

As the self collided with remnants

Me in freefall

You cross the edge of a great chasm of empty

You ache to know what makes you happy

And the indifference of the space beneath you

Insists you it’s going to be a long ride down

I wish I could explain to someone the lack of direction

Even while my direction

The past decides

And any future, or glimmer of hope

The remnants over ride

I’m not complaining

They cost me everything

And that’s a small part of the unfamiliar face

that paces in the yard

And seeks some form of comfort

A place

To escape

And when you find that self it is a stranger

That barely realizes its own desire

I feel the shadows lengthening

Must be evening

As all of my senses abide

To the absence of control

And the submission of time

Falling, I don't want to get back in the plane

I don’t want to question or complain

I am confident in the space beneath that quickly becomes the past

How slow the days, the hours

How horribly fast

Redefinining wisdom like a dull weapon

Honed on a finishing stone

We go recklesslessly, horribly alone

And all the spaces around me seem empty

And all intent vacant

Down from a sky of indifference

I hope the ground is patient