The Opposite of Uncertainty
Closing our eyes from the glare of too much
said and unspoken, breathing in exhalations.
My God -- we fell together because of gravity.
Feathers from flying doves reach the ground
due to earth-forces that do not rely on thought.
So. What were we thinking when we landed?
Let me speak for myself on this, in retrospect.
We were thinking of the opposite of uncertainty.
Of moons that never wane. And an eternal orbit.
Even in the night, it has always been daylight.
Would you agree? We need not squint today
as the shudder passes through. Everything yes.
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