Gravity

The boy.
The glass.
The knock.
The sudden slowing of time.
Gravity extends a hand.
It grips the glass
In its cool grasp
And pulls down.
Hard.
The glass shatters.
Gravity’s hand is cut
By a shard.
It is enough to loosen
Gravity’s hold for a moment,
Allowing the shards to
Bounce back up,
But sure-handed Gravity
Snaps back into action
And grabs hold once again.
The rebounding glass shards
Are pulled down again
And this time,
They stay there.
The boy, the shocked witness to
The struggle that was just fought,
Stares down at the defeated glass,
And runs.