Anti-Gravity Poem by Laurence Overmire

Every day I need to spend
A little time with my soul
Connect with that inner space
When the world intrudes with
Scissors knifing through a Hitchcock curtain

The interior is forever
Impartial and wise
Knowing the secret of mountain and stream
The streak of a star across the sky

In the silence of still moment
Air in and out
The breath of life, immortal and sure
All that seems monumental
Becomes suddenly

Unreal.


(Previously published in Report From X-Star 10, Indelible Mark Publishing,2009)