I keep dreaming that I fall from the sky
faster than Icarus
but slower than the rain

The repetition rattles me
more than death brushing my shoulder in a crowded room
but less than the thud that jolts me awake when I know I’ve hit the ground

Floating above clouds 
just below the stratosphere
far from my favorite tree’s reach

I call to anyone who can hear me
until my voice breaks 
and my screams get lost somewhere in the troposphere

For a child to follow
as she stares out the airplane window
en route to a destination unknown