Day 35 of 50 Poems/50 Days

‘The Clouds’

I pilot,
the black vessel,
along the cloud-waves.

Drunk on air,
as it fills my skull,
the heart speeding up.

At the horizon-line
I pull the cord;
pushed out of my beast,
like an orphan out of the womb.

Tumbling,
in free fall,
parachute caught,
the earth speeding up.

Gravity pulls me,
down, through and around;
as if my first lover
as found me again.

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