When I was young and curious
I held a rubber ball about waist-high
then dropped it, watching it fall
to the basement floor, then bounce
and bounce-dribble to a stop.
I took the ball up to my room, opened
the window and dropped the ball, it too
hit the pavement then dribble-stopped in the weeds.
That summer night when the moon was full and
the june bugs gathered on the screen door
fireflies lit up our garden .
I pointed up to the white ball of the moon,
Mom, “If the moon drops out of its place in the sky
how long will it fall before it hits something?”
Mother looked at me and said, “Jimmy,
in space there’s nothing for it to hit
or bounce from, it could fall forever.”
“I’m scared,” I said and hugged my mother.
Now, a curious man, I wonder,
how far will the heart fall?
(perhaps in a re-write one could ask)
“I’m so scared I’m shivering,”
and hugging the cold night, curious,
ask how high will the heart bounce?