The Axis of Poetry

This world would stall from its

rotation,

without poetry to guide it 

through its commute.

No rising sun to brighten the 

stages

of everything defined by words

to move.

No moon to bloom like an 

Epiphyllum, 

never conceived from horizon’s 

womb.

This world would stall from its

rotation,

without poetry pushing through 

the mind’s cocoon.

—JG  ©2026