Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems

Gratuitous Gravity

I run in slow motion from the deep mud, and peel back long blades of grass, searching for anything to use as a boat, even a old log could pass.

I need a water mattress to support me on the fire pond, so stress no longer has a chance to bond.

Finally respite and recuperating relief, from gravity's vice like grasp; inevitable, never regrettable, vast waters of wonderful weightlessness, at last.