Theoretical Physics

In which I wrote a poem about gravity . . .

Maybe gravity
is how the Earth loves us,
holding on to us,
bringing us back to her
no matter how high we jump
or fly, like a careful mother
with her arms stretched out,
always catching us,
as she continually catches
avalanches and waterfalls,
and every seed that journeys
on the billows of the air,
and rain returning from the clouds,
and every leaf that floats
from among the branches to lie
upon the grass, and every blossom,
and even the birds,
with their illusion of perpetual rising,
even eventually her own daughter,
the rebellious moon,
who left home so long ago,
always bringing us
back into her arms,
back into her embrace.

(The image is A Dark Pool by Laura Knight.)

This poem was originally published on my poetry blog, here: “Theoretical Physics” by Theodora Goss