Falling In Love by Gillian Popplewell

 

My husband braved

A solo parachute jump.

Suspended high in the air

Held safe by a line

From a distance, invisible.

Drifting along

Amongst the clouds.

His heart racing,

His breath gasping,

Beads of sweat glistening

On his brow

Sticking to the palms of his hands.

His landing was soft

His position was perfect.

I looked at his flushed face

The light of adrenaline in his eyes

As excited, breathless words

Escaped his lips…

And I remembered

How it felt

When we were joined

They call it “tandem”

When we were

Free-falling

Into

Love.