Despite my bad behavior
Gravity holds me to the earth.
Occasionally it does throw me down
to remind me who ultimately
wins every struggle.
Though gravity does not
affect my complexion
it does alter my arcs curves
lines and shadows.
My blood leads the resistance
insisting on climbing my legs
back to my heart
and up into my brain
to produce poetry
that expresses the ocean waves
crashing against my skin.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney
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