Free Falling

 

Waiting for the next drowning

means the day slides low,

 

holding hours that slump to corners

never rising to call.

 

The swift decline of motion

means another landing missed,

 

a chair sailing past

or finding a hard ledge to weaken on.

 

You’re swaying at the sink

when the falling starts,

 

hands wrestling with water

the bowls are stronger than you.

 

A cup of coffee doesn’t rest on air

nor a plate of biscuits, soggy and mashed.

 

Free falling should never be practiced indoors,

sometimes you’ve just got to climb.