Lift!
Feet leave floor,
hands reach into invisible currents.
Air folds around you,
soft yet fierce,
a river running skyward.
Spin, tilt, float—
gravity forgets you,
walls vanish in the whirl.
Laugh bubbles like trapped wind,
hair streams like comet tails,
body dances in endless drift.
Seconds stretch, suspended,
then descend, gentle as a sigh,
feet touch floor,
and the world feels lighter,
as if you’ve carried the wind
inside your chest.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the sport of indoor skydiving. If you're curious about what the heck that is, visit https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertical_wind_tunnel
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Comments3
I can feel it as I image it. It is painted well in this write my friend.
Hello, Matthew,
You have captured the essence of it brilliantly. Sounds exhilarating. Well done indeed.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Matthew, this was fun as hell. I could feel the rush of that weightless moment before everything settles again. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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