Nothing or the Falling Too

What do we hold on to
When we are falling:
Gravity, air or thin ice?

You can push
You can pull
You can trick yourself
In believing you are in control

When you are falling,
There is never any place to go
When you are falling.
The cool glide of friction
Between the ice and skate
Is a metaphor, for
Goodness sake.
Your are not gliding
Sliding or riding
You are the space between
The skate and the ice.
You are the friction between,
When you are falling.

And we are all falling
And we all will not stop
And not one of us falls faster
Than the other.
We all have different start times
On our fall.
And you don't know yet that you are falling and you probably won't
Ever recognize you are falling
Have been falling
Will continue falling
Until we stop.
But no one knows that information. No one.
And that's okay
When that's all you do.