Poetry About Forces

Gravity keeps the cup faithful to the table. Friction warms two palms rubbed against the cold. A push travels through the swing and lifts a child. Wind writes its pressure in the bending branch. Nothing moves alone, however empty the space appears. The world is held by hands we know through consequence.

Friction warms two palms rubbed against the cold. An invisible cause can leave a measurable signature. Wind writes its pressure in the bending branch. Even forces keeps more than one meaning in view. Motion is the record of one thing meeting another.

Gravity keeps the cup faithful to the table. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. A push travels through the swing and lifts a child. Nothing moves alone, however empty the space appears. Motion is the record of one thing meeting another. The world is held by hands we know through consequence.