Featured Poet | Sue Borg
This is a poem that my friend Sue shared with me. She has given me permission to share it with all of you.
Coming Home
I tugged the safety belt
one more time
pulling the parachute
as close to me
as my thoughts.
The plane left the ground
rising upward like a lost balloon.
my chest heaved
the constant thrum of the propeller
absorbed my attention.
The perfect altitude
came as quickly
as the sweat on my brow.
The pilot cut the engine
to a grave silence.
And I knew my time had come.
I stepped to the door,
eyes at full squint,
held my breath
thinking
it could be my last,
and jumped.
The chute opened first
and then my eyes.
Fully engulfed in blue air
I drifted down
to Mother Earth.
She was waiting with open arms.
When I arrived,
I knelt down,
kissed her dearly
and promised never
to leave home again.
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