Trying to walk

[Chalk]

How do I learn to walk without gravity?

I awoke one morning and it had gone

I put my foot on the floor only to find it on the ceiling.

 

I must admit I felt the judders,

Little earthquakes that knocked me for six

But, dear gravity, you always returned to keep me in the right place.

 

Now I am spinning, with arms and legs flailing.

I reach for the ground but only see it half the time and then it's a blur.

 

I question, how does one live like this?

Others seem to float freely,

Others forget that gravity existed (the birds for example seem quite content).

 

Oh gravity, did you ever truly exist?

Please tell me because I'm in such a spin I do not know.

 

My head says adapt, adapt but my heart whispers: come back to me

[Chalk]

Surviving the sky

 

It's been a while, my dear, but I'm adapting.

Learning to assimilate the rules of the sky.

 

This cultural shift took time,

And believe me I am not yet fully acclimatized!

 

At first I made the mistake of grasping at nothing:

I hoped my clawed hands would inadvertently find the ground.

 

In doing this, I just span faster,

I saw neither ground or sky or planes or clouds.

 

Tears fell from my eyes and showered those below,

My screams on par with the wind.

(They were angry the ones below who still had you in their lives).

 

My fitful rage exhausted my body: further movement seemed pointless,

I gave myself to the inevitability of being lost in space.

 

And in this moment, I noticed my own hands and feet.

I became gracefully aware of my body in the air.

 

And I laughed, my dearest gravity!

I laughed because*you had told me it was wrong to float and yet here I was enjoying it.

 

So, for now, I float independently accross the sky,

Occasionally looping the loop and resting on clouds.

 

Gravity, I do not know where we stand.

Did you truly hold me together or just restrict my movement?