GRAVITY

 for Gary on Valentine’s Day

I do not thank gravity, or the world

spinning nearly 900 miles per hour.

No thanks to the sun rising behind

my house, Apollo’s daily chariot race.

 

Spinning nearly 900 miles per hour,

the Earth whirls—this is how you

make my home. Apollo’s chariot racing

across my sky the way dreams

 

visit Earth whirling. The way you

make us possible over and over,

planed across the sky. The way dreams

make everything possible, kisses

 

make possibilities again and again.

No end to our promise to one another.

Make everything possible, blessed

and plausible. Purple and gold sky

 

begins our promise to one another.

The sun sliding into the sea entire

and plausible. Polish, gilded light

only our beginning, our promise.

 

The sun slides into the sea entire.

How we began, how the bodies join,

only our beginning. A last promise

to gratitude, spun even in gravity.