Flight and Gravity

a story,
a recollection
of 77 summer solstices
lumped into a single thought
of when I was a young carpenter
with muscles in NJ and elsewhere,
sweating, carrying joists from lumber piles
to houses being framed, a thought
that segues into a later solstice
down the line, along the way, a solstice
of love and its making, a tale
with math & science thrown in:
geometry, physics, stuff
I’d read somewhere sometime,
picked up, stuff that fits and shifts,
all good stuff— flight, 
and gravity

Jim Culleny