the truth of it by Sister Lou Ella Hickman

the truth of it

would you believe that earth
round tilted mother of all living
was once jealous that
we wanted to learn to fly
perhaps she invented gravity
to hold such attempts to soar
to her flesh
pinned like butterflies
no, she is not indifferent or blind
she waits
and with her pull between ocean and moon

she waits. . . .still

with invisible threads

by Sister Lou Ella Hickman

Editor’s Note: The nod to Icarus’ flight in this poem is supported by vivid imagery and the personification of our planet.