Falling

One time I stood on the platform
of Eureka Skydeck, felt my breath catch
as the glass floor dropped away.

An illusion that felt like falling
while standing still–the same way
I feel today, watching you struggle

for words to convey
how the light blooming
for twelve weeks inside you

has gone dark. Wind rushes past.
I hear the floor crack.
The world spins away.

Ryan Stone