Gravity
Gravity has no properties
No formal place of residence
There, a push, a pull of time
No education to speak of
Within, without a need to worry
A toy called inertia waiting on a cause
Gravity is your drunken friend at midnight
It takes your wife and steals your money
Leaves your wallet because it’s nice
And never lies because it’s in disguise
Gravity hates formalities like Robert
Let’s call it Bob because it bobs about
On stormy ocean surfaces
In outer space on waves of light
Riding surfaces of time and tide
Gravity is invisible to the touch
Rolling off the tongue into infinity
Sticking on to surfaces of other worlds
Turning at the curve of universes
Gravity is the dice of God
Who leaves nothing to chance
Tossing worlds like marbles to the stars
Swirling around in motion where they are
Gravity never sleeps beneath the sheets
It resides much deeper in the crevasses
The tiniest atoms want to have its baby
Down there in the fabric of time
Where crime abides
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