Gratitude is a gravity well
that shapes all the space
beyond and between
and within all our orbits
of sink and swell.
We proceed in straight line
towards understanding
as we arc and we curve
round the center of things.
We know which way is up:
it grows as we go. Well,
we couldn't be anymore
grateful for this! To be
so held down
and held in
as we wish.
As we shoot in straight line
all straight through and around
such discerned and describable,
curved and recurving
curvaceous flow.
Gratitude is
the shortest distance
between any two
points we know.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Thursday, February 11, 2021
the ingrates
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