The Earth Holds you

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.