Terminal Velocity

There was a death today.

I was already in my mourning

clothes:

tidy black shoes,

modest black dress,

purse filled with tissues.

Understated. Muted.

And in horror, I watched the

freefall to death. I

froze, unable to take my eyes

away from this tragic site.

I watched as

it reached

terminal velocity,

against a bright, sunny sky.

Painfully bright,

ironically sunny.

Achieving terminal velocity

and falling…

…falling…

…falling…

until after an eternity, after hitting the ground,

I saw it die.