Gravity doesn't keep you footed on it, the Earth holds
you by the soles, saving you
from floating to where your head shouldn't be.
In the clouds.
Now you're a little old man, and instead of ghosting
to heaven at the end of your grand plot, you go stiffly,
too heavily into a random plot of land. Again,
it grounds you, grinding you
into fertilizer snorted by the wishing
rods snapped and blown bald by a toddler,
but you're happy to pay back the Earth that hugged you
when nobody else did.