Parachute
By Nels Hanson
After the jolt like a rope
going taut and the chute
opens and rushing ground
falls away you have time
to think as between your
boots you see a tiny river
and green dimpled hills,
corn an army at attention.
See a white house where
people live, a yellow bus
coming home from school.
Look at the red barn, dark
woods where deer wait,
beyond my toe the little
town. Where do I belong?
A few seconds big as God
now you’re a fallen angel
between heaven and earth.
Copyright © 2021 by Nels Hanson.