Falling, falling through thin air
Jet stream wind rush through my hair
Spinning, spinning, arms go round
Patchwork quilt of far off ground
Trusting, hoping in that lever
Since I can’t go on falling forever
Speeding, speeding, accelerating
Held in flying limbo, waiting
Pulling, pulling the parachute free
A whoosh of fabric unfolds above me
Slowing, drifting so safely down
A paper airplane in a cloud-filled town
