calendar_today April 21, 2020 schedule 1 min read

Covid Thoughts 3: Free Fall

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.

 

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