The Gravity Of Moments Poem by Patti Masterman

We are only temporary tenants
Of the earth
For a few decades or a century
We wear paths in the grass
Leave impermanent marks upon certain streets
The wind pokes tiny fingers
Into our chosen houses
Prying them apart, atom by atom.

The earth is our timely rocket ship
Howling through space
We are unconcerned by this
Stumping around in our fleshy spacesuits
Weighed down by the gravity of moments
We breathe the thin layered air
In globular gasps
And return it at death, atom by atom.