today i dreamt of the lower falls
and as we climbed
the hundreds of stairs
down to the landing to look up
we noticed that there
was a line forming at the top
of the canyon opposite us
and just as we clambered
down the final steps
they began
jumping one by one,
laughing as they went

and it wasn't that
gravity was taking them

for they floated
down like feathers,
light and beautiful
dancing with the wind

they had taken gravity
and thrown it away with
one fluid movement

and their laughter
could be heard ever
so slightly over the
plummeting water
that landed on the sharp rocks below
and it was the most
beautiful chorus i had
ever heard and i wished
aloud that the sound
would never leave me

it didn't occur to us
that they would eventually
land bloodied and mangled
on the rocks below
because they looked
far too in control
and graceful for such a
horrid fate

instead i imagined them
reaching the bottom
and vanishing,
simple as that

for it was obvious
that they had had enough,
even in my dream world,
i knew they weren't
jumping just for the
thrill of it