hitting bottom sounds like
a sharp crack and a dull thud,
shattered bones, so many
cells split, sluicing from skin

it looks like
a wide blue sky, arching
branches above me

we pick up,
we go,
of course.

this is what we do.

the going
smells like wild honeysuckle,
feels like the wind in your face

everyone moving forward,
everyone moving

we are