"It turns out gravity// doesn’t hold for souls; souls drift, like loons/ between dives, into eternity,//...//My travel speed is two inches per year,/ same as the moon from Earth. A little less bound by gravity./A little more free.
"It turns out gravity// doesn’t hold for souls; souls drift, like loons/ between dives, into eternity,//...//My travel speed is two inches per year,/ same as the moon from Earth. A little less bound by gravity./A little more free.