It seems that we exist
because we're off
               center.

Eccentric, if you will,
with orbits that are not circles
but ellipses.

And poles that are not straight
but blessedly, personally
askew.

In people, these slants bring
personalities, in planets
seasons.

Despite, no because of,
the geometric imbalances
parallels suggest themselves.

Moods become seasons,
seasons moods. Sadness is not
bad but winter.

Fall is not dying but
maturation. And life, it is said,
springs from this imbalance.

As we fall into love, so
the planet tumbled into mammals
so long ago.

If so, I fear learning to move
through space and life
rationally.

Being fully linear would kill
love and all
of us.

And too much bend, after
asteroids or madness,
would kill us too.

Oh sure, that's where the next
evolutionary leap comes.
But I like being a dinosaur
having my moods
and loving you.