Falling

It smells like May is just 'round the corner,

But December still hangs in the air.

I've been falling now, for months, and the ground is approaching quickly,

Looming beneath me, no elastic net for safety.

You wrapped my feet in concrete, but I was the one to dive

Head first into you.

So I dove, I sunk, I drowned, and you never felt me splash.

I went down quietly, silently vowing to never come back.

So the water was churned, and when the great wave came

I cut my losses and rode it to the hills -

And when the rip tide tugged at my ankles, I clawed at dry ground

But was dragged back into you.

I tried to flip the hourglass back over, but the sand has turned to stone

And just won't fall the way it once did.

You're at the ledge, and I'm waiting at its base with my arms wide -

I've been trying to catch you but you're far to stubborn to take the plunge.

So fall, I'll catch you.

We're running out of time; the ground is coming at me

Like a freight train,

And I don't want to go it alone.

So let yourself fall,

Let's hit it running.

-a. l. knox