Gravity's Pull
reentering the atmosphere
Past the moon, on the backs of meteors
we flew, wind in our hair.
As if we had built in radar,
we never hit a snag as we moved
among the stars, feeling safer
than if we’d been curled in our beds
back on Earth, in the real world,
with all the ordinary things
like houses, trees, jobs and mortgages.
Abiding in the exosphere, fueled by passion,
we zoomed along with the best of intentions.
Those were the precious times,
the times before our protective shell was pierced,
before gravity pulled us down,
holding us fast in these lives of neglect
where we wait for the telephone to ring,
foretelling the inevitable messages of
meals to be missed and late nights at work.
There will be no more trips to the moon.
There is no reason to wait up.
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[Author's Note: This poem was first published in the chapbook, Beyond the Horizon: Journeys in Poetry and Prose, 2010]
About the Creator
Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
Comments (2)
I like this one quite a bit. The imagery comes alive in your words. Excellent work!!!
Beautiful and poignant!