the music starts and we are
falling through the sky
gathering momentum
bracing for the impact -
a soft, gentle kiss from the ground
and the body, so tense, can relax
not a crash but a feather-light touch
of green grass against the skin
this vast expanse of world
a cushion beneath our feet
and we fight it so harshly
refusing to succumb
to the warmth of
a kiss from
the sun
on a
still summer day
full orchestra roars
but amidst the clamor
a single, simple, haunting melody
can be discerned
and the instruments drop out
leaving behind only the music
and again we are falling
through the sky
to land, with a kiss
on the gentle green grass