Interplanetary Pull Poem by Leah DeCresce

Gravitation towards the worst in life,
saved by the smiling, hidden meaning of eyes.
'The sky's the limit! ' he said,
and that day, it was blue-
the blue eyes blue twisted
around my heart,
pounding, racing, it is in my veins.
He was the sun.
I was some tiny planet, on call & inescapably pulled in,
then back out again.
But he had other planets he drew in with his own gravitational pull,
all of us in a lull until it came-
the chaotic hurricane of his whirling, destructive, unstable emotions.
We were New Orleans, & he was Katrina,
taking most in a single blow, but it was the afterwaves
that sunk our cities down.
Down into the worst of him,
the worst of ourselves.
It was so long until we finally emerged;
distraught, devastated, destroyed.
He was the sun, & he shone brighter then;
all apologies, true sorrow for the wrongs he'd done.
We said we would leave before it happened a second, third, tenth time...
But we never will, until he tires of us,
pushing us away-
the sun explodes,
& we are left in utter darkness.


[6.5.09]