I
Gravity
To be specific
An attraction
Sometimes fatal
The gravity
Of depravity
Is seldom seen
In time.
The Gravity
Of an occasion
Spreads solemnity
Silently, surreptitiously.
Like love
Gravity is invisible
But undeniable
As the attraction’s too obvious.
The Hebrews called it glory
By which they meant heavy
Weighty, profound
And asked–Who is the king of glory
Who is that weighty one?
II
Galileo
To be succinct
Was right
Though his tower
Leaned left.
And he dropped the ball
Without Gravity
Our planet
Would not even orbit
Around the sizzling sun
On the moon
Things are less ‘grave’
Less mass
Less weight.
And in space
Weight has no place
In zero gravity
There’s no obesity!
I haven’t the energy
To calculate
Mass times
Speed of light squared.
But if I did
I’d round it off
Easy as pi
And convert my own mass
Into something less critical.
For its gravity
That makes my stomach sag,
And my jowls hang
And my arches fall
And my dunks duds.
Gravity is a downer
For what goes up…
I guess they call it a ‘grave’
When they lay you in the ground
Because then, finally
Gravity’s really got you down.
Thank goodness God
And not gravity
Gets the last word
Weighing in, on us.
Nov. 1, 2009
BW3
