I take joy seriously.
A friend observed
my aspect is prone to comicalness.
Someone with less kind intent,
compared me to snow,
knowing full well I dislike cold.
I think I surprised her
with how quickly I am able
to go to frostiness.
Laughter nourishes me.
Do you think I’d deny myself
when I am hungry,
just to suit another’s expectations?
Sometimes it takes work to find
a bit of laughter
that will keep me feeling well fed,
but any carnivore worth its teeth
understands that’s just part of the hunt.
So no, I’m not interested in being tethered down
by someone else’s idea of proper gravity.
I’m happy flying in my own orbit,
touching the rings of distant worlds,
and curling up in a star’s embrace.
Song Choice: Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie
This poem was inspired by the prompt given at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Equinox Edition, where we had to work in three of the following words:
gravity, friend, able, serious, hungry, touch, work, aspect, nourish (I got them all! Woot!)