Gravity

“Think of space-time as a sheet of fabric,” he said

“You drop a bowling ball onto this sheet, it creates

A dent, a curvature. Now drop smaller articles onto

This sheet, they will spiral in toward the larger one.

That’s gravity.” Said with such authority

Maybe I was hung over but I still didn’t get it.

Leaning toward the cute girl on my left

I thought a more elegant analogy

Or opposites attracting or being grounded

Somehow people don’t seem to fit in

To gravity’s system

We fall but then pick ourselves up again

So maybe love is the stronger force

Running its course regardless of gravity’s influence

Binding cold dead planets in a cosmic dance

Celebrating life in all its various forms

Such that even barren balls of rock might bloom

Spinning in the sun’s amorous embrace

Like light spilling across Saturn’s rings

Or the feel of my lips on your face

© shaun patrick green 2011