no gravity

creature of air
grounded on earth
about this thing
called gravity

held in his heart
the knowledge
of flight
is urgent

on the cliff top
into the gale
he feels the rush
uphold him

deep in a dream
a twitch
of fingers

though the air
is calm
he can rise

he leaves the ground

and he knows

these are the proofs
and so
he knows

he is a creature
of the air
with feet
aground on the earth
but in the depth
in his heart
there is no gravity


Poem #480 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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