Thoughts on Spacetime While Making a Bed

Thoughts on Spacetime While Making a Bed

Gravity repulses me
I feel it dragging
and distorting my space
like struggling to walk
upstream neck-deep in a river

I envy the crows balanced
on tree top branches
dancing with each breeze
perched there as naturally
as I squat on the Earth

If there were no gravity
I’d grab the highest leaf
with my opposable thumbs
survey the curved horizon
delighting in the dream

Because if there were no gravity
the universe would be monotonous
no trees— no thumbs
just a thin soup of hydrogen
with the occasional helium atom

No oxygen
no iron
no blood
no skin
no bodies

Deforming the sheets
after a long night
orbiting each other
pulled together
by mutual attraction

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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5 Responses to Thoughts on Spacetime While Making a Bed

  1. JeanMarie says:

    Two thumbs Up! 😉

    Liked by 1 person

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