I am here, holding on,
Trying to keep the pieces of my small world
from flying off in all directions.
But you
You have let the gravity fall away.
Here, you studied how balls of flame burn
when the variable of gravity is lifted.
There, the flame studies you.
How to burn so brightly, free of gravity,
That you illuminate all below
Lifting my small world a little higher.
Closer to you.
Poem to Janice Voss from Feb. 12, 2012 by Linda Voss