our motion has always been constant

these things happen
like thunderstorms in february
you don’t feel them coming
until the shingles are gone
and you’re knocked down
taciturn, tasting your blood
in the gravel
of your past regret.

it is not that we are afraid
of the plane crashing
but instead the final three seconds
before the impact
yet still, everything
will stable into place
you and me

our motion has always been constant