It is assumed by us till earthquakes instruct us the terror of floors that give away, earth choosing to be liquid. Sailors kiss firm soil. Following months spent at sea, Their legs still oscillating.
Children start walking lessons. on stable ground trusting it will remain in place while they gain balance.
Astronauts fantasize it. in the absence of gravity, muscle losing volume, bones becoming thin, longing for weight that signifies something.
But what really is solid? Physicists claim It's mostly nothingness. Atoms forming vibrations.
The realistic mirage of permanence, particles that agree Maintain status.
Everybody is standing. on something increasingly hollow more consensus than material than fact.
Believing that what is holding us right now. will see us tomorrow, This lovely lie we tread upon.
Each turn an act of trust, every step a prayer that counts remembers how to make a difference.
