Free Fall by Carmen Eichman
I step to the edge of this passion
where the air is thin and clouds softly swirl
about my bare ankles within
an ethereal salon of sultry sunlight
pure and pristine, its flashes and flares
delight long neglected flesh. Looking down
into a pool of love and lust and life
and everyday, including long moments of misery,
I draw myself up, rise to my toes, arms lifting
extending above my head as time slows.
I push off, disconnect
from what I know, sail into a free fall,
fingers pointing,
as I break through time’s fragile surface
with my perfect dive into chance.

Carmen Eichman

