Falling from the sky
Selby St, Hull, 8th June 2018
Before
this there was a falling of sorts.
An
awareness of things unravelling
But
it was slow, most of the time,
And
manageable.
Occasionally
there’d be sudden plummets,
Times
when the pace and stress of life
Would
knock me out of the sky
But
usually I’d lay low for a while,
Not
let on, write, sleep,
Wait
for it to pass,
And
then rise again.
Glad
to feel the wind against my skin
And
be swooping once more with the flock.
This
time there’s nothing manageable about it
No
easy method to wait it out
No
staying power in the sky
Nothing
that seems to be holding me
Or
energy to hold myself.
