Ode to Gravity-By Grace Good

A quick ode to gravity:

Ode to Gravity

By Grace Good

I salute you from

Where I’m stuck on this Earth,

As I gaze up in awe

At the freedom of the stars.

What is there for us,

But suffocating, neverending, space?

You are the reason I’m not dead yet.

And maybe a threat to my life...

True enough,

As I find myself

On the ground,

Cringing,

My face beaten,

Broken,

Smashed,

I regret your existence,

But your might endures,

Likely it always has.

Yet when I,

A mere mortal,

Lie among the dark, moist soil

Of the garden,

Inhaling the fresh,

Deep perfume

Of the geraniums and petunias,

I often stop to think,

And I know that all this

Just

Could not be-

Without your gentle tug.

You’re the stickiness

Of dried blood,

Holding us all here.

And though

Trips,

Slips,

Tumbles,

And falls

Leave me with mouthfuls

Of dirt and dust,

Dry as dead bones,

You are clearly what pulls

Our world together.

Only the power of rockets

Can tear from your grasp,

You cannot be killed

By any force known to man.

Truly,

You surround us,

Captivate us.

However,

The main reason

You’re so fantastic

Is that without your

Great force,

Without

Your strength and bloodlust,

The French Revolution

Would be much,

Much

Different.  :)