PARACHUTE



When you’re pulling and pulling on the metal ring
that your instructor told you to leave alone
because it’s your spare, and it’s not billowing out
like a life-saving cloud above you either, while below
the crazy-quilt of fields is expanding rapidly,
zooming up to be friends with you
and no one else is tacking
close to save you, and let’s face it, up in the wild blue
there’s nothing to grab onto to save yourself,
you might as well take my advice,
throw your arms wide like an eagle and, embracing
the ground rushing towards you and inevitable death,
just fly.
               The insane thing would be not to enjoy it
when you have nowhere to return to and no way
of getting there, so in your own life remain calm,
fall into the world as into an embrace
and remember all of us are falling, though some of us

are falling more quickly than others.

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