Inertia
And in the moments before
I hit the water,
there was a struggle
between the river and the sky.
I felt myself falling
and yet,
I was more aware
of the air around and within me.
The moment was fleeting,
but I swear to you that
I lingered in that humidity
for a lifetime.
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Reading your poem, I’m reminded of the short story “An Occurrence at Owl Creek bridge”.
Nicely done.
Lovely!