RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES
Gravity
It takes hold of my soul
Presses me down
Like matter in a centrifuge
Water in a pressure cooker
Gas in a confined space
As if the hand of god
Came down upon my forehead
Embracing chest and shoulders
Holding me so still
I cannot think of moving
My body as an ornament
A useless lump of mass
A burden to the spirit
Damned and damaged goods
Discarded by the roadside
I feel its binding grasp
I sense its awesome force
Omnipresent omnipotent
Like the god of stillness
The god of indifference
The god of somnolence
The god of wait steady hold
And wonder why it bothers
And wonder what’s foretold
I am here I am gone
I am dreaming
Was I dreaming all along?
Take this weight
And let me fly away
Let me wander let me roam
Release my body
And guide me home
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