by Jennifer K. Sweeney

The Himalayan legend says
there are beautiful white birds
that live completely in flight.
They are born in the air,

must learn to fly before falling
and die also in their flying.
Maybe you have been born 
into such a life

with the bottom dropping out.
Maybe gravity is claiming you
and you feel 

For the one who lives inside the fall,
the sky beneath the sky of all. 
Jennifer K. Sweeney is the author of two poetry collections: Salt Memory (Main Street Rag, 2006), available at, and How to Live on Bread and Music (Perugia Press, 2009), available at Visit the author at This remarkable poet offers private instruction and poetry critiques. Learn more here.

ILLUSTRATION: “Flying cranes,” stencil by Henny Donovan.