Listen. 

I can be comfortable in free fall.

I have my own equilibrium.

I understand the mechanics of landing on your feet.

I know who and what I am.

I make decisions with both hands and a mouth full of booze.

But when I land--on both feet--then, what I want to feel is land.

I would like, someday, to stand still.

I would like, someday, to learn to hold on instead of learning to loosen everything that holds me.

I would like to experience the solidity of gravity and concrete and hard brown dirt before I feel the sand slide around beneath me again.