Strange Days

With their ups and downs
you feel the immanent plunge
air leaking from your lungs until gasping and

then you rise up.
Head towards the blue
you smile as the plunge turns into ascent.

These highs and lows
the zeniths and terra firmas

of life and death and all in between.

I hold my breath, look up and down
and take a leap towards the peaks
of future brings
and know that inside
there are deep valleys to crawl in and out of

These strange days
full of breath and gasping and sighing