The Sky And All Of Its Terror

by Lucas Pingel

Try to make room
for unknowing,
see if you can do it
without filling
the holes with guesses.
Recite your
favorite lines of what
you would
have said if you were
quick enough.
It’s easy to lose
yourself in a song,
until the final chord
throws you back
out the airplane door
and into
the wind yet again.
Each time
you fall, it feels faster
than you recall,
the sky and all
of its terror vaster
each time. You’re
simply debris
coming back to earth,
perhaps to be found
or collected or studied
or reunited, or perhaps
left estranged
in an uninhabited field.