Grounding Haiku

Salt, how I loathe thee,
remover of happiness,
great crasher of highs.

I have flown too high.
I can't seem to find the ground
and I've had enough.

I welcome the sting
of a belly flop to earth
that's brought on by salt.

The cruel grounding tool
that seems to work every time;
It makes me go "thud."