The Wednesday Poem

My life is driven by the desire  
to jump from ever higher ledges  
and land even softer -  
one day I will jump from the moon  
and not even disturb the sand  
 
On occasional Wednesdays  
I speak my offering into an incense-burner …  
the curly wisps of scented smoke  
travel out my study window and head east  
for there they feel more at home  
in the earlier rising sun  
 
The mad people from the north  
look at me with disdain  
and fire their technologies at my soul  
wishing it to wither and die - but it refuses  
 
The thing controlled can only brace itself for survival  
but the one walking free  
aims for the next higher ledge  
and asks: “how can I land more softly?”