(A Golden Shovel inspired by lines from Together, 
a memoir by Judy Goldman)

We’re all in danger every second. The world is (just) waiting to trip us up.”

I wonder if we’re
conscious of all
those black holes we fall in—
those massive vats of danger
where space-time’s every 
fold creates fabric few give second
thought to?  And yet, to grasp the
chaos of this world,
scientists spend half-lives asking “is
that what causes gravity?” Waiting 
light years for new physics to 
tumble them face-first, to trip
them across thresholds that elude us,
will they look in instead of up?