by Marrianne Martin
Hide the truck
With any luck
We'll be over the edge
With the canopies popped
Before a single car has stopped
No suicide here
No thoughts of fear
Time seems to slow its drumbeat pace
The senses delight
In this wild human flight
The adrenaline flows
From the rush which we chose
We hurtle towards the planet's tight embrace
As we fall ever faster
Gravity's our master
We will not go in, no not this day
The canopies open, we fly away
Lost in these moments which define our lives
At death we sneer
For life we cheer.
