Can you imagine
waking up
every morning
on a different planet,
each with its
own gravity?
Slogging,
wobbling,
wavering. Atilt
and out-of-sync
with all that
moves
and doesn’t.
Through years
of trial
and mostly
error
did I study
this unsteady way —
changing pills,
adjusting the dosage,
never settling.
A long time we
were separate,
O Earth,
but now you
have returned to me.
