Falling Through Space

Falling through space.
Been on ground before now.
Know what that felt like.

One is hating
Being off the ground.
He is un-liking the uncertainty.

The other is loving
Being in the free space.
He is unafraid of the unexpected.

One is struggling
As though he could muster some strength;
Flap his arms and fly;
As though he could grab
Some busts of air,
And climb back up on them.

The other is letting go
As though he were sleeping
On a floating sofa;
As though he were lounging
Out by the bay
On a raft.

Falling through space.
Been falling for a while now.
Know how that feels like.

One is becoming increasingly apprehensive.
His condition is actually getting worse,
Because he is becoming
That anxious for too long.

He is losing his mind.
Help him.
He loses and regains consciousness
Many times over.

The other is becoming lighter.
His love for this experience
Is prolonging the fun for him.
He now doesn’t want the falling to end.

He is having the time of his life.
He is reaching out into another realm of experience.
He is trusting in another to catch him.
He is letting go.

I, the musing writer observes this:
One situation, two different men, two different experiences.
The fretting one does have just cause to worry.
On the other hand, what makes the happy one so free?

Is he just being wild and blatantly juvenile,
Suffering a mid-life crisis or being deluded?
Or, is he just trusting in someone else besides him,
A God with wide long arms to catch him?