The Song of the Bobbing Coracle, 31 January 2018

We don’t return where we began. We don’t
Return where we left off. We don’t return.
We go. Gravity is beckoning. Gravity is not
A force, a geometry, a thing. Gravity is
The nature of nothing. It draws us. It draws
Us on. We go where gravity is beckoning.
That’s exactly the reason the damned
Monster can’t be found in the equations.
How do we unify nothing with our theories
Of everything? For more than a century
We’ve been picturing curves of distortion,
Dense in-gatherings, good for predictions.
But now that we can at last detect, as if
With giant stone and steel underground
Spectacles, the waves that shudder in us,
Rippling time, we still can’t seem to fit them in.
Nothing’s not for fitting. Gravity's where
We ended, where we begin. Gravity always wins.