Gravity

the only reason there is memory
is because we are here.
it never happened,
only in so much as it is happening now.
i am alive
ruled by gravity.
my every thought and action
carried out according to the clock.
the micropulsations of the sphere
north to south and back again
vibrate though the portal
at the top of my skull,
pass though me
fanning out, then
funneling back again
to the place of beginning.
i am grounded
only in so much as I can feel
the origin from whence it comes,
the pull to earth