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Poetry from within
   

Freefall


On the edge of a cliff or mountainside

Many times I have a feeling I try to hide

It is the same feeling I had on the back of a plane

With the ramp down, I have ideas that are insane



I have almost succumb to this fleeting thought

On many a high adventure as extra kit it is brought

By all around me and trust in me it is unseen

The idea that always makes me beam



Without a parachute or arrester gear

I feel I want to jump, I have no fear

To sail down through the air

Plunging to my end without a care



The idea of falling huge distances watching the earth below

Appeals to me on so many levels and makes me glow

The rush of air and wisps of cloud all around

Plunging through them racing towards the distant ground



To fall and tumble limply, body slack

Face down or on my back

Is an idea so appealing to me

I dream of falling from a tall tree



When I find myself at height, each time I feel this way

At the last split second I think of a reason to stay

My wife and family of which I deeply care

Would no longer have someone close to share



As long as I have such attachments to life

My loving family and devoted wife

I always find a reason to pull away

From the edge that holds me in such sway

Chris Duncan