Freefall
I ironed my parachute
pretending not to
see the holes
assuring you I was
on my way
grooming you
to believe safety
comes in healing words
that have been coming
out of thin air
agelessly
like the song
that keeps telling us to
dance while the music
is playing
because our landing
pattern is already
in the books
In the past year, Susan Shea made the full-time transition from school psychologist to poet. In that time, more than one hundred of her poems have been accepted for publications that include: Invisible City, Ekstasis, MacQueen's Quinterly, Feminine Collective, Amethyst Review, Green Silk Journal, Flora Fiction, Last Leaves, The Write Launch, The Gentian, Across the Margin, October Hill Magazine, Litbreak Magazine, Beltway Poetry, Umbrella Factory Magazine, Foreshadow, and others. She grew up in NYC, and now lives in forest in Pennsylvania. Her work was recently nominated for Best of the Net.