Poetry by Juliette Sebock
When I fall to the ground,
I imagine I'm stumbling into your waiting arms,
in a world where you're there
and ready to catch me,
in a lifetime where
I never meet the ground.
As the world starts to blur,
I imagine your hand reaching out,
secure, steady, breaking my fall
with a grounding touch.
When the universe seems at its end,
I imagine we're lying side-by-side
as the ship sinks, grounds, collapses,
and the world implodes
in a moment's fall.
Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work in publications including Royal Rose Mag and Cauldron Anthology. She is the editor-in-chief of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is) she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. She can be reached at her website and across social media at @juliettesebock. She is a regular contributor of Marías at Sampaguitas.