Gravity

What he said to himself was
distill it. That is, remember it.

When the clouds came from out of the face
of the stars looking something like
her face, he stood in the pour, in the rain,
trying to puzzle it out as it shifted,

thought of the child growing inside of her.

Found himself looking at the moon
in a puddle later. And the moon
looking differently radiant.

Wondering how it would fill him now.

Then watched the moon coming in on the rain
through the soil flowing into
limestone chambers at the heart.

Hearing that silver motion
coming into that sudden quiet
and settling out in small ripples
and vast darkness.