pockets

Walking along on the sand,
careful of my footing
I step into a puddle and
disappear -

a pocket in time a
loop in the line of my life
and no up or down
to find my way back -

these puddles are so necessary,
always a surprise,
never where or when you want them,
but so restful for all my weight-bearing parts
in the gravity-less falling.

Eventually the water evaporates
and like the steam I am re-incarnated
back to space and time,
mass and distance.

In our lives it is good to know
that there are pockets in the path -
just a step and a
fall
and the upside-down-ness tilts
and turns
and rights our vision again.