I am circling
It has been so long
That I can no longer remember
What solid ground feels like,

Nor want to
I am just now rounding out
The closest part
Of my elliptical course
During which I pass closest
To the red-hot iron ball
That rests upon my tongue
Soon, I should think,
Physics will send me out again,
A pebble in a celestial slingshot
That can only go so far
Before being drawn back
Back to heat
And weight
And a need
To wrap my head around the two
A need that I always shy away from
At the last second
I am in orbit
A speck of dust, stargazing
Always returning to the same points
I am revolving around certainty
With a gravitational siren
Singing me to the center
Calling me,
Leading me