She’s good to me.
Keeps my hands slow
and my heart home.
I would be so quick
to rush towards,
to my own destruction.
Or blaze,
and burn out,
bright as a signal fire,
but seen by no one.
She holds me
back,
up,
and down.
As I need it.
Never knew what it was like
to have gravity.
I was always wild.
I was always gone.
I wouldn’t know
real life
from an artificial one,
if she hadn’t shown me
that one plus one
doesn’t equal two.
It’s infinite.
Potential in potential.
She’s good to me.
Wakes me from dreams
when I am dying.
Talks me down slow
when I am flying.
Catches me when I fall.
And I’ve caught her
a time or two.
It’s what we do.
She asks me questions
I don’t know.
Keeps me curious
at what’s around the corner.
Keeps the light in my eyes,
but doesn’t let
this fire
consume me.
The way she breathes,
the way she speaks,
the way her eyes see.
Strange, how one from some other
can so complete me.
Ask questions
of the stars,
but she’s the answer
to them all.
In a universe,
so indifferent, and cold,
she’s good to me.
DJR – 2023
