The sword of Damocles dangles over us precariously!
Chicken Little was on to something profound when
he claimed the sky was falling, which is no less likely
than falling in love or falling down the back stairs!
Gravity keeps us grounded physically while our minds
are free to roam the skies in disguise as whatever our
imagination provides. At ninety-six, I putter slowly to
avoid the catastrophe of falling flat on my face or some
other piece of my anatomy! Fear of a fall reminds us
continuously to attend vigorously to verticality until we
finally fall in a hole in the grounds tailored to fit perfectly!
Yes, let's attend vigorously to verticality! xoxoox. Love your poems as always, Susan