Call or Fall  -  by Pam Rumancik

It's gravity
the call to follow;
no loud sirens,
flashing lights,
or disembodied voices.
Not even a burning bush.
Just a steady pull that doesn't care
if I run down,
crawl slowly
or tumble head over heels.
I'm gonna go.
I have to go.
Can't see the end
but do know
knowing beyond words,
it will be ok.
I don't have to leap, or dance, or fly,
I only have to fall.