In response to RDP – Saturday – Bridge

The skydiver opens the door
And steps into the sky
Never knowing whether she will live or die
Until a gust of wind fills her canopy
Lifting her higher so she can see
From the cold space of one
The view of reality
The sky, sea and wind conspire
To keep her there
For as long as it takes to repair
the spiritual tear
Because they know
What is seen, cannot be unseen
When the time is right
from that ascended space
They lower her to earth
On the gift of wings
From the Universe
So she adjusts her sights and alights
Gently bracing for the thud
When feet hit the ground and gathers momentum
in the freedom she has found
As she takes those first faltering steps,
and then runs.
a dawn bird
This is lovely and so true!
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Thank you, Punam.
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