The Gift of Gravity

I want to live in
what is real and
what is here.
This gravitational pull
that lovingly brings me back,
even kicking and screaming.

This reality that plainly says:
I live on Earth.
I am a human being.
I have fates and the gods
both expanding and limiting me.

I am not invincible,
Or all knowing.
I do not have unlimited time,
potential, or possibilities.
I cannot be all
and will not be all.
I am both everything,
And nothing.
I will be forgotten
so shortly after I leave.

I am made up of the stars
And the moon calls to me,
To go live on her,
in perfect peace.
But that is not my destiny.
I am only meant to
bring her mystery here,
To be in awe,
Instead of floating off
into utopian dreams.

To remember
To be in smallness,
Is to be here and now,
With the ant and
The tender roots.

To sink in,
To commit,
To dedicate,
To water and nurture what’s real.

I want to kiss the head
of the baby I have birthed.

Not just dream about it,
And not just enjoy
the act of creation.
But even in the messiness,
the blood,
the tears,
and the screams,

I want to hold it in my arms,
and be present,
With this real, real life.