In the wide domain of space
ungoverned by an overarching gravity
You fly along a path perhaps not knowing
what force has launched you,
where you may be going
what bodies you may meet
and what attraction
may draw you into one another’s orbit
Once there, you may not know what gesture
might pull the circle closer,
spin you tighter, faster
Or which off-handed move
may loose the orbit
and send you drifting off
on pathways fast diverging
Where you may wonder afterwards
what it was you did
or who it was — if it was even you
or if you had a choice, or it was destiny
Until some other gravity
attracts your interest
Or in the depth of distance
you forget.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2012