Out of the World, Into its Middle
the world does not stop its turning
for the miserable and bitter
and holds not on to those
whose heads grow heavy minded.
they must wrangle with nature’s forces
who cannot but hang on anxiously
so as not to be catapulted out
into the lonely universe by the centrifuge of life.
is it not clear that
only he who is light at heart
has no need to lament his relations with gravity
for they will not keep him from
returning into the peaceful cradle
of mother nature’s womb, to dissolve
into the weightless middle of the world.
Written in May 2004 for my first-born son
