Falling Through the Clouds

Falling through clouds,

Again gravity battles for my soul.

Black hole pulling up,

Earth pulling down.

Clouds morph to a sky of molten gray,

Tanks roll by.

The National Anthem blares from the belly of this beast,

Black hole pulling up,

Earth pulling down.

An elephant emerges, trunk raised,

Trumpets a response in Satchmo riffs,

"Jump on my back."

I try as gravity battles for my soul,

Black hole pulling up,

Earth pulling down.

It rains my mother's tears.

It thunders my father's wrath.

The elephant flaps his ears and flies away.

I'm falling through clouds again.

Black hole pulling up,

Earth pulling down.

Night ascends without the stars,

A deafening silence fills my ears.

I cannot see; I cannot hear.

I reach for my absent guitar,

As gravity battles for my soul.

Black hole pulling up,

Earth pulling down.

I feel the sun's rays on my cheek,

A murmur of voices fills my ears,

The voices of heaven crawl over each other,

Trying to be heard.

“Hey man, move over man, I don’t have no room up here!”

I am mute as gravity battles for my soul,

Stuck in the middle,

Black hole pulling up,

Earth pulling down.