Matters Of Convenience

"gravity
I'm telling you where it is
gravity"

--Rickie Lee Jones

Gravity as a matter of convenience
forestalls random movement, chaos.
Gravity keeps your nerd glasses (which I love) on your face
unless I reach out with light fingertips
to replace them
with my lips.

Gravity and emotion intersect at inconstancy.
If you need magnet boots to keep you here,
go barefoot. There's the door.
If I need the sound of your voice to weaken my knees,
I'm listening. There's the sky.

Gravity. Tides. The moon.
Space chatter.
Mass. Density. Orbits.
All these are matters of convenience
forestalling tomorrow when you might not be here,
or you are, but someone else appears as well.
"Where are you? you ask,
amused at my occasional departures.
"Right here," I say, feeling the spin of us, the earth, everything,
and gravity keeping us steady
from one moment into the next, like gyroscopes.
_________

for this.