I convinced myself
falling is flying
the windrush rising
stomach balling up like a doughnut hole
up and out and over and inside out
wondering of a
sudden stopping
but you never look down
I don’t know what happened
it was a long way down.
I never looked I never saw.
My feet just touched the ground.
The bottom, rock bottom,
‘l’ll never know.
I won’t look
now.