Daffodils

Wind rushing
He falls down faster and faster
Sailing across the southern sky.
The gush of wind keeping him up feels like rocks shooting up from the ground
A yellow – no, red – daffodil falls out of his pocket.
It flies up as his body falls faster down.
A missile is launched; a punch delivered that cannot be held back.
It screams, it whistles, and he falls.
As he plummets, the scream of the air wraps his brain,
Trying to smash it; make him lose focus.
But he can’t; he is too deep in dream.
Dreaming of the job he never achieved
The book he never wrote
The child whose thumb he never squeezed as he looked down in admiration
The kiss he never had, no matter how much he wished for it
That day of adventure of just escaping it all
The road trip, the concert, the unforgettable memories
That moment when his tears of sorrow meshed with his tears of joy, creating a sense of unfathomable humility
The feeling that comes with placing his girl’s – his girl’s! – head lovingly against his chest; comforting her from a bad day of work
That pride of seeing his son graduate and take on a life of his own
The day of marriage, and waking up in the morning.
All these things he thought about as his body fell
He did not brace for that shrieking instant;
That second he hit.
He was too busy mourning all the nevers of his life
That he did not see the red daffodil – no, white – land beside his broken, shattered hand.

 

Simply Remain // Spoken Word Poem from mdwillems on GodTube.