The magnetic poles have stopped pulling,
true north flipped and swatted,
its looming sway over other choices gone.
The tides slow to a near imperceptible rocking.
Oceans pool at the edges of beach towns and harbors.
Gravity becomes unfixed,
trees uproot to drink
moisture from clouds.
An enormous fragility,
lurking but never considered,
knocks at the door
of a new address
and wants to come in for coffee.
This is your life now.
This is the unhinged beauty
that trails sadness like an eager sibling.
There is nothing to do but grind the beans,
boil the water,
and make a place
at the small white table
for one more.