Pulled from an old journal and revised. This attempts to depict my one and only experience skydiving. My god was that a rush. There are a few other poems in that journal that I might one day get around to transcribing and revising.
Sky
Air flies past
Eternal sky reels
Earth is like a map
Nothing seems real
Yet…
Reality’s every detail
So undeniable
No weight
Yet…
Fall forever
No control
Yet…
Go any direction
At will
In overwhelming motion
Stillness saturates
Chaotic peace