There is nothing harmless about inertia.
Inertia is doing all I can
to keep from crashing into you,
and crashing into you anyway.
It is pouring love like cement
into a sidewalk crack that won’t fill up.
It is being rooted to the spot,
unable to grasp your hand,
when I ought grasp it.
It is words spilling out when I ought stifle them
and words not said when I ought say them.
It is being unable to love an unfilled crack.
There is nothing harmless about inertia.
Bodies in motion stay in motion.
Bodies at rest stay at rest.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
