Carmel Rickard

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