Terminal Velocity – National Poetry Month – 3
The bullet cracks when breaking
the sound barrier. I’ve wondered
about this. A barrier. A point
where sound is left behind
like kids running after a school bus.
The bullet flies in silence, outpacing
its own hummingbirds buzz –
faster than the report
of its departure. Its arrival.
For a split second, as it transects
your body, it travels faster than light.
The light rushing in to fill
the space where you used to be.