Were the men enthralled by physics?
Or lost in philosophy?
To be perfectly fair,
I can’t say I cared,
As I fell so inelegantly.
Did I mishear their offer?
Were they taking liberties?
With language and representation
Did they even say they’d catch me?
Delighting in a sporting game
Or mockery?
Was I the butt of an office joke
Frivolity?
Hospitalised I had to bloody smile,
Gripping a circumference or two of steel.
Jesus walked on water,
But it’s kind of different,
A little bit embarrassing,
Not that suave or holy,
Walking on wheels.
And the men look apologetic
But I kind of enjoy their transparency.
Grapes and an hourly chauffeur to the bog
And most vexingly ‘Man, we’re sorry’.
Newton was darned jubilant,
With his notebook, intellect, necktie,
HB, correlation, apt choice of guinea pig,
Evasion of court case,
Advancement in Science.
Descartes made no conclusion of course.
Said it might not be disability,
But emotion, stratified.
Love in a peculiar light.
The meaning of life.
Funnily enough his falsification failed to fix my fractured spine.
Play your trust games on an acrobat,
He can dive to the left in time.
And the meaning of trust isn’t really a must, Descartes,
When im falling through the air,
Into hands that aren’t there,
As Newton stands five feet away with a stop watch.
Alice Gormley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-three-relax-and-fall-back-trust-us-we-ll-catch-you/
