Under the Piercing Sky

The sky is falling.
Let it fall.
Landing in a forest.
The surface of the sky is punctured.
many large trees penetrate the cover.

The sky is smothering.
Beneath the surface the forest withers.
Limbs extend and try to impale the great sheet of sky.
Let in some air!
Piercing the sky with so many little attacks of growth.

The sky is breathing.
Inhaling great gasps of space - it swells.
Crushes me out of the way.

© Gaylene Barnes