Gravity

Gravity

Where does this stream begin?

In the mountains of the north,
or the clouds above?

Could it be the source

      is the sea that breeds
      the clouds and the rain?

Could it be the current

        comes from the spin
        of the globe and then . . .

Could it be that gravity

        that tireless force that we can not see,
        the force that causes naturally . . . .

Could it be . . . . . could it be

        the attraction between all things—
        the force of love?

Look at the stars in the night

        In the skies of the north,
        In the holes in the clouds.

Could it be the collisions in space

        The very creation of stars,
        driven by the force of orbits . . .

Could it be the current

        The happening, our God,
        the tireless force we do not see

Could it be the constant clock maker

        The eternal rhythm made by the stars
        round the galaxy, the force holding them to me . . .

Could it be . . . . . could it be . . .

        the attraction between all things—
        the force of love?


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This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"