Free Fall

My arms,

Unbroken lines, splitting the air,

Yet not feeling its struggle,

Against my motion.

I am falling.

My eyes,

Calm and still,

Alleys of Blank Darkness,

Seeking nothing, yet finding it.

I am falling.

My feet,

Parted and independent,

To each its own flight,

Knowing of its own existence, for once.

I am falling.

My form,

Symbol of Rejection - the cross,

Descending parallel to the earth,

Disapproving authority, theirs or mine.

I am falling.

My-self,

These swift seconds,

Of union with the elements,

And of this cherished loneliness.

I am falling...
into my
peace of mind.