With distinct vulnerability
I defy gravity
Eyes admire the bird’s eye view
Brain questions sanity
I see on the road a catastrophe
Such is life; could’ve been anybody.
A few feet higher and can you believe
A humming bird has the tenacity
To float with me.
Now inches higher than before
My locks sway back and forth
As the breeze weaves through the strands
Numb goes the feet, stomach and hands.
Fear I’ll never stand on land
Is counterbalanced by a tranquil ray of light
Seeping through a pink candy floss cloud on my right.
And all around is a blanket blue
And a tingling mint cool.
Even higher I’m greeted by a ceiling of black-
Decorated with stars I smile at.
The vacuum of space
Squeezes my face.
I begin to loose breath
Soon I discover the bird has left.
Out of nowhere, the beep of a machine crescendos.
Muffled voice says ‘clear!’
Another screams ‘please save her!’
Another shouts ‘stand back!’
And another screams ‘it was murder!’
Then I feel a thump
And not landed
Amongst billions of stars is a peculiar spec of light
Unable to identify its colour I’m astounded.
All the while voices continue to invade my ears
Out come the tears.
Just about grasping what’s happened
I take a final breath
And brace myself for the one who says:
‘Its too late…time of death?’
Written August 2010