Tripping

I was told the word today was ESCAPADE.

The letters even look like a trip,

sort of swerving and banking

as if swiftly around a sharp curve.

I have planned many escapes

but the best are unplanned stumbles

into something unknown.

It appeals to my unbalanced nature

to find I thrive after the floor drops away

and flight has been deemed impossible.

I float, twist, test the currents

until I fall somewhere new, even if

just the other side of the tree.