The Law of the Apple

we convince ourselves of what we need
allowing obstacle a rebirth as reason

the ground cracks and our body reacts
adjusting balance with footing, ear canal to cochlea

perspective shifts as focus clarifies, position of neck
to spine merges into planet's gyration

we orbit the occipital orb
the eyeball retracted by obstacle's incision

merged into our head our feet, somehow planted
on our eyes, as ground shakes we adjust our view

our heart follows close behind looking for an orbit
to call its own, gravity tells a story . . .

           . . . has falling helped you see how to stand. will melting
             away
          cover improve intuition. porous like mine. I want to fall in
          the nothing. find what's there. challenge my something
          with surrounding nothing. maybe the certain. question the
          maybe. enter the sweat of what falls before I catch it. attach
          impulse to tributary. feather away grass from its skin. remind
          each blade of my pores. my static charge of light and dusk.
          magnetize distress. vanish emblems of pointed
             palmistry           
          paining hull. esperanza savior. salivant sonority. have you
          instincted the instants yet. stepped in line. what is the water
          like when followed unwillingly. when skin is checked
          by the surface of surround. the speed of slow.
          who gets wet in the blade of water that cuts the wake.
          is there friction with a name for blend. do I remove the
          image before it envelops. rescue the outcome before it lands.