The Law of Gravitational Insistence

The Law of Gravitational Insistence

by Sam Flot 2012

Sinking into the surrounding peripherals

Delving deeply into the senses visual and aural

Taking it all in as a scent triggers a memory

Set like alabaster in the mind’s treasure chest

Filling the present with

Some long lost moment and place

In time’s relentless barrage of

Perpetual perception

They call them leaves because

They tend to stay for only so long

Before they bid adieu

To the home branch

For one glorious fleeting flight

Through the whims of

The wind’s spurious insistence or apathy

Sent downward by

The heavily enforced law of gravitational insistence 

Falling directly or floating spinning

Freefalling with no wings big or little

To soften the landing

On another tree below or

The earth’s perpetual dirt

Ready now to decompose

Into the cyclical masterpiece

Happening always beneath the forest floor

Sinking slowly

Sinking into minerals and rocks

Sinking into the surrounding peripherals

Only to stay for so long

Before becoming another tree

Slowly branching out

To grow leaves that tend to stay

For only so long………

10.28.2012

for Jocie

Nothing You Do Not Want

Nothing You Do Not Want

Nothing you do not want to stand still

 Will not spin incandescently descending down the hill

 Forgetting to adjust for wind and rocks in the ground

Remembering to want and need and desire

How can I forget truth and justice

When every day I see the need for both

Every time I turn a corner or drive a straightaway

Every time I inhale fresh or stale

Every time I exhale the breath I borrowed from

Every instance of ignoble existence

Every slight of ignorance and random acts

Despite the lack of everyday perfection

I wallow in heaven amongst the daily suffering of saints

I laugh at the absurd ditties and dance to the low-end bass

I stare into the starlit streams looking for answers

I listen to waves of crickets cricketing

A thousand times a thousand

Questioning and answering

Communicating age old wisdoms

Communing together through sound

Uncomplicated ideas extricated from the air

Never before indicated to be

Never flowing against gravity or levity

I see blankets of butterflies

Knuckleballing through the heavy air

Transcending above the earth and through the forest

Sending a message sent to me

I am meant to remember

Nothing you do not want to stand still

 Will not spin incandescently descending down the hill

 Forgetting to adjust for wind and rocks in the ground

Remembering to want and need and desire

10.7.2012

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Cobb Mountain