science or religion
fiction
edward w pritchard
Searching or seeking
connected or confused
reconciliation failed of inner completeness
with outer reality
Trapped high up
hanging precariously
over the side of a solemn iron bridge
below the roadway, vacant above
but over the water hundreds of feet below
afraid to move
too proud to call out
tired of waiting
slowly we begin to pull ourselves upward
dueling with gravity, who plays for sport
we struggle for our lives with clumsy uncoordinated movement
making our position worse
no longer hanging from the iron bridge rail
but upside down
straining our necks not to stare that a way
A rational assessment made
if we are going to die anyway
why not emphasize the point
by being crucified upside down, like St Peter before
Letting go the grip with our feet
gravity accompanies us
falling at a steady measured pace
toward the river below
infinitely falling, without acceleration, with calm determination
relaxed and at peace
no longer dependent or connected
with no where to go
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