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.
