The ground beneath my feet
Has fallen out from under me
Suddenly, it dropped
Like a vicious joke, a magician’s trick and poof
I’m free falling; I’m Alice-in-the-rabbit-hole
Not knowing where or when–or if–I’ll land.
I frantic look left look right
But they keep their hands raised and faces
Exultant, turned to God and away from me
And I know this is okay, right even,
For God to be gazed upon as God, while
Merely pass by like a suggestion,
A grazing breeze, a sigh.
I know lives have to be given attention
Instead of sometimes being given to my
Childish cries or personal crisis.
Then why is it, I can’t help thinking,
That sometimes we’re not meant
To freefall alone? That sometimes
Hands are meant to high-five us,
To wave, smile, whisper:
Darling, it’s gonna be ok, you’ll see…
Here, have faith, take some of mine, go ahead…
And remember–enjoy the weightlessness.