Parachute

PARACHUTE
The adrenaline rushes
blood, boiling in your veins.
waiting, listening
rushing silence
Rapid wind swirling,
nipping the calm.
Sitting hunched, unfamiliar
about. You shudder, knowing
believing your fate.
Your destiny is soon.
Your breathe shortens,
atmosphere alters, as
you travel higher
soon,
soon, It’ll be you.
Now you wait
burning in your gut,
pushing down the vomit.
You stand
swaying,
taking forward.
Walking as if a toddler.
A new thing to you.
You succeed in your goal.
At the edge
your feet dangle
not wanting,
but do. The wind
pulls.
The icy fingers
grasp, caressing,
seducing to
get their way.
Needing
you know you
want to go.
Stepping forward
and shut your eyes.
Falling into and out of
fantasy is lost
Plunging
falling momentarily.
Instructions forgotten
wildly uncontrollable,
You think,
“this is the end”
All knowledge
rushes to you.
everything, those
hours of instructions.
Remembering
and doing.
You float down
gallantly streaming,
through the horizon.
Light glistening of
early morning rays.
The clouds
engulf you, as
the wind massages
your face,
hands, and all
falling down,
ending with a
thud deep
into reality..