before you could fly

here falling free
amid terra and me
lay room to breathe
and gap to see

body and limb
descending on whim
cast down in anguish
it’s pang meant to trim

memoirs they scroll
as i tumble and roll
of moments i treasure
of treasures i stole

answers they question
while questions ask why
"should you have leapt
before you could fly?"

~csr