Flight

A palace in the sky,

The burnt dessert below me.

A black mountain to the left

And a nothing below me.

Jump

The words my grandmother always spoke

flash thru my mind,

“it’s not about how you fall

But how you land defines you.”

Fall

The wind batters me

As the earth rushes toward me.

I know I’m going to fast

And that the shape isn’t right.

Land