I missed poem on your blog day. Here’s a belated entry by Kate Ryan, recent winner of the Ruth Lilly Prize.
THE OTHER SHOE
Oh if it were
only the other
shoe hanging
in space before
joining its mate.
If the undropped
didn’t congregate
with the undropped.
But nothing can
stop the mid-air
collusion of the
unpaired above us
acquiring density
and weight. We
feel it accumulate.