Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Here's to your memory, Mike


It was a secret we shared
a fabulous truth
Living at terminal velocity
at light speed

We were the omnipotents of our time
and flying was all it needed to be
all it could possibly be
all we could imagine

Even now when I remember freefall
I feel the spaces cracking, expanding
I hear the frenzied molecules humming
Any louder and I blow apart

This close to the edge
I just might jump

lsc,1999; revised 4/1/09

1 comment:

DJan said...

Now that's a good poem! As a skydiver I relate completely to the description of freefall. And I would like to add a toast of appreciation to Mike: Blue skies, Mike, here's to you.