Every action creates its equal, its opposite.
But when a black hole puckers time and space, all will fall into its influence. I fell, deep through earth’s center and came out rising on the other side to portion out earth’s crops.
Pharaoh told me his dream: the cows that gave no milk, but kept eating each other over and over like Egypt’s snake with the tail in its mouth.
My pit is the mouth that eats me over and over in every generation as the earth eats the sun every night and spits it out in the morning, as the moon is eaten bite by bite and gathers itself back.
Courtney Druz is a Jewish poet, mother, and former architect now living in New Jersey. Her poems have most recently appeared in Entelechy: Mind & Culture and The Other Journal.