–Arrival in Retrospect

It is a child’s belief
that if you fall into
the deepest hole in the ground
and keep going, descending
through earth’s molten center
as if sliding through
a heatproof pneumatic tube
(the child stops briefly to wonder:
what of gravity’s sudden puzzle
when it pulls both ways,
one gravity holding your hands
and the other your feet?)
–sliding in free fall
that hurtles you onward,
then finally,
at long, long last,
reversed magically
to avoid a breech,
you’ll push headfirst
through paddies of rice
and rise up
standing in China.

In fact, the transit is this odd.
The child’s fancy has got it right.

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