Free fall
I cannot. I will not. I refuse.
I JUMP
I am dying. I am falling
through my dreams every night
I think I am dying
I AM DYING
I am alone in this fear.
The mountains stand apart.
I am so afraid
Terrifying – and wonderful.
I am flying!
like a thermalling bird
buoyed on a rising wind
like a level road through the poort,
supported.
I begin to understand
flying
