I knew that parachuting is a learning thing,
something that you can be taught to do,
but that the real teaching
is in the experiencing, the doing of it
and with my first jump
I confronted the blue sky,
considering what it would confer on me?
The experience
was certainly a bit scary,
even a little bit threatening,
but much more exhilarating
with the wind soaring
and me drifting down,
falling much faster
that I had expected to
until the chute opened
breaking against the fall
and it felt as if it was jerking,
jerking me right into heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem