Bungee jumping

Freedom I experience
like a bird does.
Wind dishevels my hair
makes water run out of my eyes
and along my cheeks.

Fear shoots adrenaline in my body.
For sure I will loose to gravity.
I will break like a vase slipping out of child hands.
No escape. The unavoidable runs its course
– comes closer and closer.

“Death !
I surrender, I am accepting my fate!
Do carry me away!”

Yet, before the touch finale
I am stopped and towed in opposite direction.
The sky is my goal!

Realisation dawns – Freedom is not what is seams.
I am bound. Bound to a cord.
Head down – feed up.



13.12.2003