my gravity, like honey will pool

will pull

slow and sweet

will feel specific

will be specific

and personal

but also cosmic

because here’s the thing

telescope, microscope

they find the same

something of small defiance

pieces of a whole

stars and cells

separate, equal, interdependent:

they,

we are everything

dust to dust

inevitable, impossible

caught up

liminal

luminous and this

the stretch and muscle and light

And our incapacity to hold it?

it does not disqualify our ability

to feel, smell, see, hear and taste it

blueberries and Tupelo

warmed, gusted and scattered to the earth

(love, sweet, sour and home)

these are the things that we know