Gravity, I adored you today,
the way you led me from the top of the mountain
to lower down. The clear rush of it all,
the thrill of velocity, the giving in
to forces greater than ourselves
and learning there to play.
What a sweet oxymoron,
the more mass we have, the faster
we go, and with this heart so weighted
I was surely more lickety-split
than ever before, and felt it, too,
the shocking lightness,
the reminder that all of us,
all of us are in it together,
at the mercy of this draw,
this tug, this gravity that brings us
down, down, down, wheeeeeeee down
humbled and even laughing.
I love this one, too! Last night I had a dream that my 26-year old daughter was about 3-years old, and we were tobogganing down a snowy slope that got steeper and steeper, and it was a thrill for both. Ah, gravity!
“What a sweet oxymoron…. this heart so weighted… the shocking lightness…”
Love your, “wheeeeeeeee”! Oh, and “lickety-split,” too. What was it about “playing with forces larger than ourselves”? Here’s a perfect example.
Thanks Eduardo 🙂