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