earth, age, gravity

earth, age, gravity

I tread you like a heavy quadruped, then come

erect to my full height in anger.

my hundredweight hind legs scrape you, shake you,

my mass is off you now, swaying free.

are you my earth and ground? you are a lead-shoe's

ocean bottom, your air is thick to wade through, 

and thick to the lung. you've changed, you; not I, you.


the sight of runners, what a crazy sight,

mad weightless birds, mad pet dogs, utterly mad children:

the way they move and move and move.


weightlifter of my weight, I force your power downwards

below me and away from me; and I too, move.



Published on  September 7th, 2016