L. R. Thompson Poetry

Free Falling

As the water falls

I feel my soul reawaken

Colors are brighter

More vivid

Greens coalesce into lush gardens of life

Made more pronounced by the grays of scattered boulders

Whose placement steers the water to lower climbs

 

As the water falls

I am falling with it

It’s power cleanses my heart

Opening my soul up to muted browns

Possessed by both life and death as leaves turn to soil

That breathes life into the skeletal limbs that anchor the forest canopy

Below Earth’s baby blues

 

As the water falls

I become swept away

Dragged further from the disconnections

That mute even the yellows of the sun

Pale to that of the myriad mountain flowers drawn from stark purples to contrasting reds

That remind me of both pain and happiness earned on the trail of life

Bruises that paint my battered body with the story of water and the gravity which causes us to fall

 

Do not save us

For we have become free

While falling