Falling – flying

If one lets go, falling feels

like flying, if but for the

briefest of moments. At night,

especially, deprived of the

perception of depth, all

constraint is eluded.


As pilot-in-command, when

flying for real, from my own

discernment, experience-

schooled, during the day, with

the sights below, or during the

night, with the revelation of the


lights below, attentive always to

my instruments, I can make it to

my destination, or make it to dawn –

whichever comes first – with

certainty. No leap of faith surveyed

the landing prior to the jump.