The Step After – A Short Poem

The moment after the plan collapses, Stars collide instead of shining, Feet slip from solid ground, Dance on rolling, ever changing, nothingness. Will breath show up on cold glass, a moist palette, evidence of life? Scrawl a message, but what to say? Who will read it backwards and understand? No parachute for the jumper, Only … Continue reading The Step After – A Short Poem