Wednesday, January 26, 2011

All At Once

I am speechless: an airplane in flight. Landing. Jumping. Falling. Loving. Freeing. It feels good to be scared and held and crash and still. All at once. It's all at once on you like rain. Like lightening in the sky in a storm. Or the sunrise. Or the evening breeze when it's just you and me. Like wingless bird flying or tree bark dying. It's a mix of hot and cold, life and death, love and loss. You can't help but smile or cry, wet and dry. Flying high and diving low. Knowing much more than you should ever know.

But the flight. The flight. It's more than alright. You should be free falling, but you're safe. You're safe and high and flying right. Turbulence and disturbance, and through all you dance. And then you land.

You land speechless. On an empty bed. And rest your head.

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