…
Gravity.
Oh, you fickle, fragile law
-abiding citizen, you. Consider
stars, rocks, rain –
all things bright and right
and sane, each and every much
……..(all)
things teetering on crum
-bled edge. Consider
the ledge, the decision
to stay and fight, the
long and quiet flight with
folded wings. Hold all things
loose and free and fine,
knowing some will stray
and others,
shine.
….
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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You amazing poet, you. I adore this:
“Gravity.
Oh, you fickle, fragile law
-abiding citizen, you.”
And then there’s this:
“Consider
stars, rocks, rain –
all things bright and right
and sane, each and every much”
Fantastic, and beautiful:
“Consider
the ledge, the decision
to stay and fight, the
long and quiet flight with
folded wings”
Gravity – you’ve pointed out the one thing the law can’t get at – “the decision / to stay and fight” — courage and determination are not subject to this law. And well – gravity is just for the physical world, isn’t it? Even rock stars 🙂