#NaPoWriMo Day 19

Dizzy

Sitting on the edge
legs over nothing
abstract ground below
my head tumbling
not too high for vertigo
no decision made
falling

forward into air
Sixty seconds of freefall

landing on welcome ground
legs made of sponge
shaking in relief

Night always falls
I’m still plummeting
moments rushing past,
cold bright, unknowable
if I ever look down
the same giddiness
as the oncoming future
rushes up to meet me

Let me know what you think