Were it Not For Gravity ~ MeetingTheBar @dVersePoets

She skips lightly through a puddle
giggles at her dancing reflection
warping her worth
like copper for pennies.

She dances through wildflowers
drunk on the aroma
of sun bleached wheat
too late to the harvest

She walks a fine line
between what is and what was
while visions of what will be
turns up in the cards
held by a small town carnival vendor
who doesn't know the future
from his asshole
but can quote the scriptures
he breaks
with every flip of a card.

She laughs in the face of restrictions
defying odds
battling statistics
knowing
there was never any poetry
to be found in the numbers.

She hides from the facts
devours the fiction
and knows
were it not for gravity
she could fly.

Does your muse dance in magic or thrive on laws? We're looking at science while speaking of poetry...the Chazinator is pulling out all the stops for this week's MeetingTheBar at dVersePoets...are you up to the challenge? Join us as we Trip the Cosmos with Charles!