Earth in My Hands
In Circles we move
As Gravity pulls
Orbit improves
Spinning in closer
Shoulder to shoulder
Without turning over
You can see the stars at night
Whether your eyes are open
or void of sight
The magnetism of your elliptic compass
Drawing on my efferent impulses Synapse cracks, engorges, and colapse.
Like the lighting heart humming bird
No time to cozy up on high
Or comprehend the absurd
In passing we embrace the fall
Accelerate, transcend
Release, recall
Am I falling or floating?
Sacrificing or devoting?
Reaching deep into the ground
I pull up two hands full of earth to see.........
that I am not the giant...
then next to these grains of sand~
I am also not the flea....
Thank you for transporting me into your world. Excellent poem.
Do check out father and autistic son, poem and art collaboration
https://steemit.com/art/@positivesteem/i-wish-i-understand-featuring-my-autistic-son-s-artwork-and-my-poem
thank you, i'll check it out!