Grave of Gravity
Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death
----------------------------------------
We’ve all wished for it,
to snap the bands of
law and burden and
soar, flit, flutter—
fly.
After gravity is put
to rest and the dirt
and Earth are hefted
over its grave, you
catapult
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out of the body,
over the table or
car or wreckage,
and begin to
shoot
into a weightless
travel, like rockets
or missiles or bullets
or hero on a mission,
bursting
through seas of wheat
and grains of sea,
two horizons rushing
to meet like
traveling
waves, the sun
a glistening kiss
that lingers over
rough and smooth waves,
flying
to the next place.
To the bright place.To the place my mother
dwells. Father. Sister—
soaring
to meet me in an expanse
that is neither dark nor cold.