FOUR - coming down

falling and falling and falling
faster and faster as i drop
makes me dizzy
i hold my pillow close
if i rip it open
would it be a good parachute?
no time
ground speeding closer
but there is water
if my aim is true
it will break my fall
brilliant blue
just a stream now
once a lake
grandmother's cottage was here
mother spent her childhood summers
laughing in this sunshine
i splash down
current is fast
i can barely swim against
find the side
sink my fingers into rich brown dirt
pull myself up to the grass
naked now
a man stands on the other shore
blushing to see me
i search for the perfect green dress
there are so many here
scattered among flowers