Grace and Gravity

Is Grace the reaction to Gravity?

It could be in the world of 

Trees, Birds and Dancers. 

Or even in the world of the freckled pebble

Thrown by a turbid mind

Into the calm lake that makes

Hypnotic, beautiful ripples. 

A little red dot skiing on a snowy slope

Or a tap dancer trying to make her point

In the gypsy drummer's argument

A butterfly flaunting her weightlessness

And an elephant showing off his gait

To an awestruck angry dog on the street. 

And even in the dimensionless world

Inside the black and blonde heads

Flippant thoughts trying to settle

Sometimes eluded at others deluded

Being pulled towards the core 

But trying to defy it, in their own adamant way. 

And when they eventually gather 

Over a day or a lifetime of fight

They turn into graceful dancers 

Who know when to leap 

And when to give in ..

And gracefully fold on stage!