You Are The Gravity

you are the gravity
of my own soul
searching for itself...

the stars in a
black expanse
that point the way...

the sharpened blade
in the woodcarver's hand,
i am only the log....

the prow of the ship
bursting thru the waves,
the compass, and

the final destination!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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