Category Archives: The Liminal Times

The Weight of Gravity (or The Benefits of Ironical Living)


The Weight of Gravity

Life whispers, Be here, now.
The breath of this moment,
the sunlight slicing through blinds,
the hum of your own pulse—
this is all that exists.

Yet, somewhere, beyond
the reach of our skin,
an infinity expands —
untouchable, unknowable,
demanding our reverence.

We are told:
plant your feet in the soil of today,
feel the dirt between your toes,
but don’t forget
the stars burning light-years away.
Carry the weight of eternity
while dancing in seconds.

How cruelly beautiful
this contradiction—
to be both sand and mountain,
raindrop and ocean,
a fleeting ember
in an unending fire.

We chase permanence
with hearts built to break,
build monuments to memory
on the soft soil of now.
We are asked to hold the infinite,
but it slips,
always slips
through the cracks of our fingers.

Still, we try.
We inhale the present
and exhale a prayer
to eternity,
knowing we’ll never
truly
understand either.

For Kurt (or The Benefits of A Sunsick Ride)

And so it goes,
the tender edge of morning,
where light brushes grasses,
blades trembling as if
they remember night.

The heron lifts from reeds,
a single, deliberate motion
that breaks stillness
but leaves silence intact.

How delicate it is,
this rhythm of breath and wing,
the hush before the hawk’s dive,
the shimmer of water
before it disappears into the air.

Life balances here,
on this scalpel edge
of beauty and oblivion,
fragile as a spider’s thread
strung between within v(e)ines,
strong enough to hold the dew.

And so it goes,
the brief, feral grace of living,
each moment a presence
so light we barely feel its weight,
so immense
we are forever undone.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​