Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Gravity

I write in longhand.
I do not know what gravity is.
Something draws us together.
It is not deep within or enveloping us.
Nor is it out there.
This drawing together is our doing,
yet we do not know it at all.

Snow and ash falling together
and dust in air
are simply distractions.
an energy, a physics unknown draws us together.
5/2008
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