‘Falling’, he said, ‘we’re falling’
What a thing to say
Where from? How far?
But a tight nod sufficed
in response over words
‘You must see it too’
Not really, or do I?
Were we ever not falling
To where, despair?
I did not know
Again a nod with a small frown
Uncertain but wanting to hear
what he had to say
This fall of ours, where to?
Was it a dream fall?
The feeling of weightlessness
or a nightmare fall?
Clarity of the ground beneath
knowing it’s only a matter of time
We were falling, had been
but now, I thought not
Maybe he’s lagging,
there’s a glitch in time
‘It’s only a matter of time,’ he said
Time before what
‘Before we hit the ground’
That doesn’t sound pleasant
I don’t like mud
perhaps it’ll be concrete
I don’t like pain either
maybe flowers
Nor bugs
Maybe it’ll just be with a toe
then we’ll bounce back
if there is a back
Something will be there
or we’ll be stuck on the ground
Together, apart, falling
What a thing to say
we’re falling
We can’t fall
I don’t know what happens on the ground.
