Miracle

Miracle The Dakota plane should have been scrapped years ago, eight soldiers and me, they took off my handcuffs laughed and said I was free to go. Looking down I could see glitzy Pacific Ocean; they opened the door and threw me out. I fell and fell, air rush sounded as an express train, terror froze my brain, but I remember thinking: “this is not a day for enjoying the view.”Miracle! A mist bank crossed my path so thick it broke my fall to a gentle descent and put me softly on top of a tree that had many branches, it was like going down a ladder which I had done often, (I used to be a house painter.) People came running, I had landed on a tiny island, they gave me coconut milk to drink and told of a military plane that had crashed on a mountain slope. I didn’t, gloat knew what they must have suffered, drank more sweet milk, climbed up a hut on stilts and went to sleep on a fragrant mat of palm leaves.