The Physicist

He feels its weight upon him
Pulling stronger with passing day
Watching the red sphere meet horizon
As the sand is sifted away

The closer he gets to the gateway
The farther he gets from himself
Forgetting those things he memorized
From those faded texts on the shelf

The clear cut equations and order
Have fallen in the cracks of his mind
He never had time to look for
The things he'd been hoping to find

Physics is failing for him
Fading like his fallen fame
Slipping deeper into darkness
While fanning the dying flame

Now the apple is falling upwards
The planets crash into the sun
No tear sheds the cold mother
Nor comfort for her nameless son.

Pine Road

She sits where the street turns
On the grass by Pine Road.
She watches as the cars pass,
Counting
And hugging her knees to her chest.

Spring is dawning,
But Winter's bite still lingers
As nature blooms around her corner.
Changing
And growing when the weather permits

She waits for it to reach to her
From beyond this street
She is not allowed to cross.
Come
And pull up her driveway on Pine Road.