poetry
Freefall

surrender is free falling. horrifying but weightless and attached to nothing. wind chimes blowing in the wind. mediums for nature’s movements without taking part in the creation of their own music. crickets never learned how to sing but they do. aerodynamically, bumblebees should technically not be able to fly. no one’s told them this yet so they flap their wings and glide across the skies anyway. it’s better they don’t know they’re doing the impossible so they don’t stop doing it. last night I got maniacal and dyed my hair blue again. the back porch would be quieter without the screaming wind of each passing car. surrender is free falling away from who you think you are.
