On Gravity

It is gravity that holds you here,

holds you down.

And what of all this fighting to fly?

As if fear is what the ground is made of,

and to be down

is a certain form of death.

But it is gravity

that you love and live with.

The ground of all your constructed stability

and the literal, rough or soft,

ground under your feet.

So why do you look so sad,

saying you are down, held down, low,

bottomed out.

It is gravity.