A Constant Falling

sometimes you feel being sucked
down to the bottom of the earth

and you try to hold on to the protrusions
of the rocks and even the clinging vines

just near you and all of them seem to be
so useless as you go on to this falling

and falling and falling, and then you let go,
you fall and then you accept and then the

little miracles come, and then you simply
enjoy the falling and falling and you are

no longer surprised but amazed and
then you tell yourself: what a ride!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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