Falling Out of the World

by Larry Chamberlin   Jul 22, 2016


Dying in a fall, not in a quiet bed: it has been known since childhood.
Tripping on a stairway and breaking neck, or crashing from the sky
in a doomed plane, or even falling off a cliff. Knowing this finality
has led to challenges ridiculous and constant: climbing tall trees
scaling shaky-rock cliffs, bungee jumping, even skydiving.

But glass bottomed floors on tall skyscrapers laugh with
defiance at timidity. The loftiest tree was but mere
invitation; jumping a forty foot cliff simply to dive
into water done without even a dare. Yet having
800 feet of sheer space below on a man-made
structure is too much for this neurotic.

If almighty God makes trees
and rocky cliffs perhaps
it is man who
cannot be
trusted
after
.
.
.
.
.
all
--

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  • 8 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Larry,

    I love the form, a real picture up with words. It reminds me of a hot air balloon, the 'all' being the basket containing our 'all'.

    Take care,

    Michael

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    An enthralling write by you Larry, I love the structure as it's very unique.

    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    Larry, I really liked this a lot. As a kid I climbed to the tippy top of trees, scaled rocks and did all those things I would have never allowed my own kids to do. I too will not go out on a glass floor on an observation deck. Gave me a lot to think about on how much I don't trust a man made structure. Well done-

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