Gravity I have no choice Except to draw upon The hidden byways of your heights To foam and glitter, Spill and rush or Solemnly meander Through the mysteries of Sin and strife and Nourishment A cluttered mind might pause To be refreshed by this Display of gravity And then, perhaps, Rejoice ________________________________________________________________________ Emanuel E. García, The Virtues of Calamity, One Hundred Poems, 2013 |