Anti-Gravity

Up on big mountain

there are no stairwells.

No not even a hint

of an escalator. 

 

Retaliator.

 

When you fall it doesn’t hurt

like you expect it to.

The push hurts.

Your palms sting.

 

Stop crying.

 

This place judges you.

Gavel strikes the rock

like those boots 

compact sediment.

 

Wait a minute.

 

Sixty seconds.

Tedious.

A necessity.

There’s only one way down.

 

Jump.