Hold Fast

Hold fast
to the shifting ground.
You know the way down.
And when you can see it,
and not scream
as you're leaving,
you've found your place.
When I hold fast
to the shifting ground,
I feel everything
fall out
from under me.
And I see me
the way you must:
falling down.
And I'm not afraid
the way I think
I should be.
I can still be me,
falling through the air.
All the way down.
All the way here.
And if I see you again,
I'll still be here,
holding fast
to the shifting ground
that has become my home.
And I'll still be me.
I'll still be alone.
Nothing can hold me
as tight
as I hold to nothing
all the way down.