I'm Not So Sure I'd Cling to the Trees

Gravity scares me. The way it exists with such confidence. It is. And it knows what it is. The way it pushes and pulls at my entire being. The way it dares weigh down my chest in decision and indecision. And dares shape my body and deny me the ability to button the top of my favorite pants. Gravity scares me and it dares keep me here. Tied down. It is constant. Hardly changing. And perhaps I should find comfort in its surety, but instead it makes me wonder: if gravity gave up on us, I’m not so sure I’d cling to the trees.