Untitled - January 11, 2002

It is falling through a million layers
of white haze and clouds
until you realize
that landing means
a stop to everything
that is happening.

For an endless moment,
there is a wavering 
as to whether ending
this freefall 
is even possible, 
until you discover,
that already,
heartbeats,
thoughts,
and directions
became synchronous
in the first minute
of meeting.

This continuous flight
becomes a silver clarion call
as the idea
becomes reality.