Gravity binds you
Firmly to the centre.
When those who
Centered you
Depart and are gone.
Gravity is lost.
The anchor is loose
Nought but driftwood.
Yet for life and for living
The deep felt need
To belong, to be a part of
A bigger whole,
Calls from the Deep.
And so you weave
Webs of connections.
Slowly, patiently, carefully
Gravity emerges
Slowly