Imagine floating down from
Fourteen thousand feet
Under a small rainbow-colored canopy,
Suspended by micro lines
That disappear in the twilight sky
You feel like it's just you're floating
Along under the rainbow
In a whooshing of the soft warming wind.

The ground is far gone in a hazy night sky.
There are around ten others
Floating silently along
Just on the edge of a gossamer blush.
The Moon is your only guide and
It's full and bright. A canopy silhouette
Passes over it and you gasp with awe.

Freedom is not a dream you had one day,
But so big a part of life now that
You know you are hanging by
Its threads of joy and passion.
You sway with strength and hope
And try to slow your descent.

You feel the soft caress of air
Going by on your face and feel
So integral, so smoothly apart;
The horripilations of zeal,
The wonder of moment.

Senses so full that they transcend
The merely physical, into a realm
Of calm and peace and thrill:
And more and more and more still.

The earth is growing nearer
And clearer
And dearer.

You can see
Where your feet will be.

Your home has grown.

08/31/2004

Author's Note: In rememberance of a skydive and a skydiver.

Posted on 02/28/2005
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