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.
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