Personal Gravity

The bold ones ask

What is that stick for?

Oh, my darlings, it is a so simple thing

I live in a special gravity

Everything is heavier around me

The earth holds on so tight

so tight

I push away with this stick

or we slam together

Head into dust

Back into dirt

Why must the earth forever try

getting me back
getting me back

into that rough embrace?

Like those times you run away

off you go

with your knees and palms so close

suddenly hitting a heavy spot

then down

But you, my darlings, live in a special gravity too

held so gently

gently by the heel

that you may even fly a little

Once upon a time I lived in that gravity too

And sometimes I still feel it in my heart