the leap

in between leap
and flight
there is nothing
but the air

foundation
is left behind

weight
is still unclear

all there is
is all there will be
along with
the pause 
in the middle
of no tangible thing

until the fall
drags down

until the wind
drives up

until what equals
is the same

when the last touch
has departed
and gravity prevails

in between the leap
and flight
nothing stands
but air

~

Poem #361 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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