Carving The Drop

Original DDE™ art: “Carving The Drop” by: rob kistner © 12/23/25

 

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staring out the jump door at 10,000 feet

is absolutely breathtaking — literally

a mix of excitement and terror

 

am I stone cold crazy…!

 

but— I step cleanly into nothingness

trained calm replacing panic

body already choosing direction

 

wind rises fast— a living wall

whistling pitch climbing into a hard

beastly roar around my helmet

 

speed gathers like intention

air thickens— sculptable

something I can lean against

 

I angle a shoulder… roll a hip…

and the fall answers— obedient

precise…exhilarating

 

the sound sharpens—

no  fluctuation now—

a continuous pressing roar

 

velocity etching into muscle

the suit ripples and snaps

seams vibrating like strings

 

I cut left— then steepen

drawing curves through sky

as if sketching with my spine

 

cloud fragments shred past

jump suit slapping loudly now

I’m gone before thought follows

 

below— earth rushes upward

in disciplined layers… grids…

earthen veins resolving cleanly

 

wind claws louder— rocketing down

a tunnel of compressed force

frugal breath synced to motion

 

I spread my arms— flatten briefly

surfing the column to dive again

committing fully to pure descent

 

control becomes instinct

altimeter rolls like slot machine

only angle… tension… flow remain

 

five hundred feet waits

but not yet— this is the …stretch…

the long final sentence of the drop

 

the air respects precision

yielding to coaxed steering

blistering speed without chaos

 

I carve one last line

through open  cloudless sky

laughing inside the thunder

 

as I reach 500 ft above ground

I yank the cord… jerk upright

my body hit hard by the jolt

 

but then all becomes a drift

only the natural sound of wind

as my world settles

 

I calm my thoughts

looking around me

so beautiful

 

just a few more feet

and it is terra firma baby

then a few grateful steps

 

I fall back in the grass

let the tension drain away

slowly steady my breathing

 

and a few tears

relief —pure genuine joy

a wild yowl of exhilaration

 

rob kistner © 12/23/25

Poetry at: dVerse