Whizzing Around

56 trips at 67,000 miles per hour
I’m closing in on the True Point of Beginning
The signposts along the way are familiar
Summer, fall, winter, spring
Each passage takes less and less time
As it should
According to the Special Theory of Relativity
I am getting younger.

But this year is different
For the first time I feel the inertia
Of another space and time
Tugging at me
Trying to knock me out of orbit
To be sent reeling and rocking into outer space
Until gravity pulls me into another place,
Like a diver on a springboard
Jack-knifing in the air,
Falling into the blue abyss.