feet planted on firm earth
- still -
hoping to feel its rotation
so we await
eyes shut in hopes of opening
- awake -
to a different destination.
but the spin is painfully slow
- deliberate -
begging we question its science
- rebellious -
to that which we know but can't feel.
all in time shall come to light
- revealed -
like measures of a song
that until close
- remain -
a broken lullaby
learning how to heal.
Coulda been a rock lyric
"...that which we know but can't feel."