She's In The Midst Of Everything Poem by Mark Heathcote

She drags her heels everywhere
Nags as she leaves and goes
She's in the midst of everything
Just to keep me on my toes.

She's never wholly satisfied:
And seems always, ready to chide
There are times I could crash. Burn or collide.
I could die - explode - love - unquantified.

But, it's not true that love
Must always live on in-order to survive
Because like the universe
She also is incredible too.

She drags her feet like a comet's tail
I guess I'll always follow and bewail
Unqualified to understand:
The hold she has on my universe my mind.