FLOATING


  I stand, not on the ground but from where I am 
  I can not stand,

  From so far In the sky, I fly, fly without wings' within 
  The clouds.

  There's no feeling above me, as below, no solid 
  Ground to touch,

  Living things' of few roam this land, large as It seems 
  Never ending.

  Down, down so fast, but a feeling of weightlessness as 
  If a feather,

  Falling, falling from where I flew, where once this 
  Man stood.

  Closer and closer I can with my eyes, see life waiting 
  For me,

  Back to where I once stood, down from where I once 
  Stood.

  For only minutes but what seems like forever, a dream,


  Floating, merely floating down, back to my reality.


                                       Keith Garrett