Poem

Falling through space


Did I only begin falling

through space

when I left the earth’s atmosphere?

Or have I always been falling

Irrepressibly

Through a chasm of the universe

Expecting to crash into something solid?


I know the crash will come

But not today.


Instead


I fall further

Through an invisible floor

Which neither hurts nor heals.


I know the crash will come.


The tinny sound of my breath

Bounces off the inside

Of my helmet.

I am alive.