Poem by Heather Lazarus
Photo by Jill Burhans

Defying the Law of Gravity

Because the pull is a constant
                            the apple dropping
                            from your eye.
It might be true,
            ‘it takes more muscles to frown
            than to smile’

as if we were trying,
as if it weren’t a universal.
But then,
what are we to expect,
celebrating the beginnings
and mourning the ends, left
               with that slow,
of in-between
with all its
               moving and fetching
its numbers made
of sand.
how many muscles
does it take
to throw your head back,

let the clouds calculate
the momentum.

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