A Theory of Gravity
by Josh Pearce
Under the apple tree
you say,
I don't understand
this whole theory of gravity thing.
What attracts two
bodies together?
You are collecting apples
in a basket.
The thin spacetime fabric
of your T-shirt is warped
by gravitational pull
and, as you bend over
to pick up fallen fruit
in the August shade, over
and over,
a drop of sweat falls
from the hollow of your throat
like a good idea,
into the deep trough
between these two white stars,
a melting comet
vaporizing
in the heat of your body.
It is pulled into an orbit
by the undercurve
of your left side,
deflected from its path
to the event horizon
of your waistband.
And I understand.
If you could see
what I see.
Copyright © 2017 by Josh Pearce