Grounded

Gravity presses today,
pushes against
my bones,
my fingers.
It weighs me
to the ground
and I can see the space,
the outer spaces
where my hands
were your hands,
my ridges
were your ridges,
and we didn’t need gravity
to keep us in place,
airborne and free
even as we held each other down,
even as we found
our reason
to stay
on the ground.

~Patience

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