We float spreadeagled in the sky
Lifted and pulled by vague winds
Invisible currents.
Above us the receding plane
a speck
hidden by cloud.
As we fall,
Burnt cinders of news
Sparks brightened by the wind
Circle us.
Gradually we shift uneasily together
Reach
Touch
And lock hands.
Our frail parachutes open
and we lose our grip
Still descending
towards an uncertain earth
Separate,
Yet together.
2 replies on “Covid Thoughts 3: Free Fall”
Great stuff – keep them coming
Thanks for the three poems – I like the idea behind them – and we’ve enjoyed them. I received this video yesterday from a school/university friend from Australia who(m!) I have got back in touch with – he was in their American embassy for a while and warned us that Trump might win the ‘fatal’ election because of the unpopularity of the Clintons. I’ll hope you be unable to resist singing along to the chorus – at least!