by Ainne Frances dela Cruz
Towards bright lights
and heaven, we
hesitate, weakened by gravity
unable to fly
looping through earth.
Satellites, things that catch us
make us fall.
Nets, I would love to
catch and catch those things
we lose
because gravity,
time, makes us give things up.
Still,
soul-weary
I hope for miracles
looking back towards satellites
(finally understanding what pull means)
I lift myself from earth.
From:
THE LAB 7TH EDITION. Summer 2011, Cultural Arts & Theatre Society
Copyright ©:
2011
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Ayn, 26, is editor and chief slave of Paper Monster Press. Her flash fiction chapbook, tumbleweed, was published by chapbookpublishing.com. Her poetry chapbook, The Zero Narratives, will be published by Virgogray Press in 2012.
Last updated May 27, 2019