Gravity: A poem 

I imagine dead palm fronds 

falling off a tree in seconds 

How the earth’s folds open up 

for everything, like liquid pouring in a cup 

The earth heaves and shoves all about 

and the tide like a captive loses clout 

So, the seas are always never free 

Even circumstance is gravity 

I think of Newton’s mechanics 

that mass and motion are all mere flicks 

within the limits of the pulls and tugs 

And dust takes all the bees and bugs 

Time is a circle, life is a moment 

A lifeline cannot repeat in death’s torrent 

Preordination is magnetic, no random brew 

Even that my soul always gravitates to you