Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Gravity

In Science class they talk about gravity
as if it were a constant, as if life weighed
the same at a wedding as it does at a
funeral. They’ve even invented a
formula to prove they’re right.

Let them crunch numbers all they like,
everybody knows a quarter pound of beef
weighs more when you’re hungry,
and when the world feels gray, eating
ice cream takes off the weight. Feet,
of course, are heavier walking on sidewalks
than strolling in sand. And a heart in love,
we know, is lighter than a heart forlorn.

Trust me. I’m a poet.
I’ve got the formula to prove it.

1 comment:

romaryka said...

very clever, good examples, and the tone of this poem - its conversational address - reminds me especially of edward hirsch.

i'm not sure about the last couplet - aren't you contradicting your earlier formulation? or saying you've invented a formula to prove you're right, just like the (blind) scientists? is that the point? it seems more ironic/cynical than the rest of the poem.

in any case, despite my (overthinking??) confusion, i like this one. the capitalization of science is a nice touch too. :)