I want to fall under gravity
the way the apple did—
silent, certain,
obedient to a law it never questioned.

Not to drift like infinity,
endless and unresolved,
stretching beyond measure,
never arriving.

Infinity never grows,
never diminishes—
it only refuses to end.

I would rather be zero:
a point of rest,
a place where motion begins,
where something can be counted,
where change is possible.

Let me fall.
Let me touch ground.

RSD