When all there is

Is what there is

Things sour become bitter

And begin to stink

Sometimes with all things

You just let go

To all things known

And dive head long

Into very cold water

Biting and biting still

Emerging with an apple

I have always wondered

What gymnasts see tumbling

I’ve talked to some

And here’s something remarkable

They don’t see anything

Their mind is focused

On the next landing

What if we all

Are like the acrobats

Jumping turning and flying

And that just maybe

All that really matters

Is sticking your landing

And then looking back

In awe of it