Free Falling

This time around it’s trips to the library,
reading everything catalogued
under bitterness and redemption.
Listening to piano adagios
in C sharp minor.

Viewing a subtitled film about releasees
from a state run institution
adjusting to life in normal land,
learning to shop and talk
without dizziness and anxiety.

Watching peony blooms
tinge brown and drop;
a growing pattern of dung
splatters under the robin’s nest
in the garage rafters.

Breathing soft air
of cushioned descent;
having been here before
it’s easier to believe
this doesn’t exist.