Touchdown
It wasn't so much of a crash.
Sure, there was collision,
and there was impact,
but it wasn't a crash.
No, definitely not.
It landed quite smoothly:
better than what had been expected.
It was the opposite of a crash.
It was smooth, even, and free.
It was perfect.
No disaster occurred.
No chaos broke out.
It went so well,
it felt like some dream.
It felt unreal,
like reality had bent just so
that it would work that way.
And it wasn't a crash,
it was the best thing ever.
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Holding On While Letting Go
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me. What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in v...
