Gravity Cuts In (as Mother Earth Dances to the Music of the Spheres)

She weaves and wobbles,
Dancing to a song
That only she can hear.
Stumbling there
And here,
She spins
While wine sloshes
Back and forth
In her crystal glass.

The music stops.
She pauses to glance at spinning stars
In a sky-dyed, dark, sapphire night,
But she finds herself lost.

Skew-whiffed and dizzied,
She fumbles through darkness—
Feeling everything,
Looking for anything
That could generate a familiar flicker or flash
…of Light.

Just then,
A force grabs hold of her.
Taking on the weight of her world,
He pulls her arm around his shoulder,
And leads her back to her revolution
Around the sun.


Erin Elizabeth Cloar July 26, 2005