Monday, January 2, 2012

Down

Flow like a gush of blood
Knowing the only path
Gravity giving no options
9.8 m/s squared
Nine point eight meters per second squared
The earth like a mother with a bowl
ready to catch whatever her sick child presents, exudes
Knowing it will come
Accepting it
Bound by universal law
A pact with nature
A winking knowledge
Only a secret until it happens once
Everything falls.