If water if constant 

when nothing really is, 

then what about flight 

and the world’s slow swivel on its axis- 

what is slow, by the way 

because I can’t figure out 

how minutes creep patiently, 

prolonging agony when it suits 

yet I lose hours daydreaming 

about flight and various shades of blue… 

I think I have questions 

that I don’t want answers to 

since imagining all permutations 

of falling is better than actually doing it.