A Poem a Day (724): Drop

 
Drop
 
Let go.
 
Get off.
 
Be in this freefall,
this downstroke,
this oblivion.
 
Don’t reach out
to catch yourself,
to trip yourself,
just breathe into it.
 
Colours drift into you,
seek to become,
ensure your light.
 
There is wonder by night,
a little stardust,
a little something other.
 
We trust beyond it,
resist the gathering storm,
walk in the sparkling deluge,
untethered,
feel it flick on skin.
 
The bark of a tree tugs rough,
silken leaves lift you up,
twisted roots drag you down,
yet you can breathe
in the drop,
the abandonment of strings,
cables, dragon pulls,
suspensions you don’t need,
holding you back in places
that eclipse you
when you can just...
 
There’s an ocean beneath you,
a wide-open smile
of dripping rain.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 14, 2025