Gravity (In the midst of wreckage)

In the midst of wreckage:
ghostly shells
in and out of focus,
smoke moving
towards center

I grin – and wide –
as we sit
and watch gravity
do its work
and planets collide

and warm suns become distant
embers crossing the skies.
Great behemoths
plunge into the lands
we grew up with;
Oceans curve under the
waiting down, down
to the last second…

Primal things are afoot,
and yet we are each 
firmly grounded:
our feet planted
as worlds collide.


Anonymous said...

I like this one. A Lot.
I feel like you would enjoy Dallas Clayton: