Freefall

Everything is speaking to me

whispering to me

urging me out to peer over the edge

at the far below place of song and shadow

The air rustles with passing forms

invisible yet here all around me

writhing like a serpent in fire

and telling me a story I thought I knew

but the ending is all wrong

twisted around and impossible to follow

So now I’m wandering in search of it

and I’ve forgotten where the edge is

somewhere in the gathering mist

and any step now might be the one

that sends me into freefall

Weekends and weekdays are merging together.

Photo by Valdemaras D. from Pexels

9 thoughts on “Freefall

  1. The poem expresses such a bewilderment with what the writer is experiencing – a loss of certitude, a loss of even negation – “the edge” – and the idea, the one idea that I appreciate most centrally, is that time and space are placed together:

    “and I’ve forgotten where the edge is

    somewhere in the gathering mist

    and any step now might be the one

    that sends me into freefall

    Weekends and weekdays are merging together.”

    One could call this pandemic poetry or the poetic response to a pandemic, when the temporal world gets near standing still, and yet the writer/poet’s being-in-the-world is still in a state of pre-pandemic momentum and linear time, one that is melting (merging) into something al(together) alien.

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  2. Beautiful. You unintentionally brought out the deep feelings of being lost and alone and abandoned I’ve been fighting with. Hope you’re keeping safe and well!

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