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!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-the-gravity/
