O Body Swayed to Gravity, O Frightening Glance

Consider your body a galaxy,
Which by some measures it is—

It’s less than surprising, then,
Isn’t it, that everything in life

Can get complicated, everything
Always gets weird? The dance

Of Andromeda is ungainly, lovely,
And frustrating, the rotations

Take billions of years, and just
When your spiral spins elegantly,

Some neighboring galaxy appears
To whisper its black holes in your ears.