Falling With Room to Spare

I can stand the feeling of falling,
When gravity wins me back;
All dressed up and down I go.

Oh hello old familiar foundations,
Breaking the fall; can't see anything
With my feet off the ground and head in the clouds.

Comfortable with being uncomfortable;
Learning to lean with the curves.
I'm a mess,
I'm a wreck;
We're doing well,
We're doing fine.

Jumping off the balconies,
Conducting your own backyard symphonies,
Sprinkler sprinting along the main street scene;
Failing, falling, all the progress to be done.

We are royal glory and royally undone;
Listen to us creak and moan with the possibilities,
Watch us bow and bloom beneath the summer sun,
Feel us fight for air and forgotten friendships.

Let us linger among the late night laughter,
Flaunt the fascinating failures of risks we took,
Swapping words about the stars we wish we could follow,
And admit just how just how afraid we all are each day.

Falling, falling, falling;
Time to let go.

An Ending (Ascent)

Here's how I think the story will end.

The cities will fall quiet,
Will shudder and stop.
Left behind are concrete canyons and bridges cross river spans,
As our echoes linger on.
The trees will take back the 'burbs,
The seas will sweep into the cites,
With all of us left watching from the hills.

Want to know what the last sounds will be?
A symphony of cell phones switching off for the last time.
Car engines sputtering down to a stand still, then gone,
Everything standing still as the world spins on.

I think this wouldn't be such a sad thing.

Everything could go green again.
And we would be free to talk once more.
Brother birds take the back the skies,
Sister wolves the mountains,
Father whales the sea,
Mother sky blue once again.
Our home whole again.
And our own
Mothers,
Sisters,
Brothers,
Fathers,
Will remember their families before an end.