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By Elaine Equi

Can you imagine waking up

every morning on a different planet,

each with its own gravity?


Slogging, wobbling,

wavering. Atilt

and out-of-sync

with all that moves

and doesn’t.


Through years of trial

and mostly error

did I study this unsteady way — 


changing pills, adjusting the dosage,

never settling.


A long time we were separate,

O Earth,

but now you have returned to me.


  • Living
  • Nature

Poet Bio

Elaine Equi
Elaine Equi’s most recent book is Sentences and Rain from Coffee House Press (2015). She teaches at New York University and in the MFA program at The New School.

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