Your Gravity

Your Gravity (Free Fall)
by Michael R. Burch

 
These cloudless nights, the sky becomes a wheel
where suns revolve around an axle star ...
Look there, and choose. Decide which moon is yours.
Sink Lethe-ward, held only by a heel.
 

Advantage. Disadvantage. Who can tell?
To see is not to know, but you can feel
the tug sometimes: the gravity, the shell
as lustrous as damp pearl. You sink, you reel
 

toward some draining revelation. Air
too thin to grasp, to breath. Such pressure. Gasp.
The stars invert, electric, everywhere.
And so we fall, down-tumbling through night’s fissure ...
 

two beings pale, intent to fall forever
around each other ... fumbling at love’s tether ...
now separate, now distant, now together.
 

Published by Poetry Porch/Sonnet Scroll, Poetry Life & Times, Artvilla, Trinacria, The Chained Muse and Vašek (in a Czech translation by Václav Z J Pinkava)