Mud pies and Falling Back to love

I can't explain how today I tumbled
Fumbled, tripped then finally fell

It's been well over three hundred days
When the ground vanished under foot

It made no sense, how can one fly
As if sprouted wings among the sky

Up, up, upward spiral from root to tip
And kisses the dampened curve of lips

Imagine my surprise when I felt dirt
Turned to mud slip between my toes

And the wild hurdle, stomach curdling
Kamikaze plunge to where it all began

With the realization it was never the fall
Or the ride, but the cool feel of solid earth