Sky

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