DREAM FALLING
I’m falling furiously fast
and yet in slow motion
down
down
down
out of the highest heavens
far above the clouds
infinitely fast
and yet timelessly present
(like it might well have been for
those desperate World Trade Center
jumpers who tumbled
and flew without wings
to their deaths)
But for me it was life, not death
that ensued since I
landed so softly in long lush grass
where I rolled
& rolled
& rolled
in ecstatic joy
All around me was green
—the color of love—
She’s dying I heard a voice say
No said another voice
She just fell off her bike
YES I responded as I woke up
YES. YES YES
Copyright 2024 by Joan Dobbie
Joan Dobbie teaches Hatha Yoga and Meditation at the University of Oregon, from which she also has an MFA in Creative Writing. She is presently president of the Emerald Literary Guild (A.K.A. Lane Literary Guild) based in Eugene, and co-hosts the WINDFALL Reading Series at the Downtown Eugene Public Library. Her poetry website is: joanspoetry.blogspot.com.
30 for 30 is sponsored by Potomac Review
What a surprise ending! Great tension and build-up.