When he hit
The ground
He had a strange sense
Of birthday balloons
Being cut free,
Not knowing where
Going somewhere.
And a distant thought
That he was dying,
Not wanting to leave
So much to do
So much unsaid,
Then he heard
Voices.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “So Here We Are” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
2:08 PM August 5, 2017