Everything was thrown up in the air.

Each item reached its individual pinnacle

Then paused,

And then began its own descent,

And all the construction at the university stopped,

As it seemed the sky was falling,

And the people wondered 

If they should bother finishing off

Things that great committees

Had belabored to ordain.

And homebodies put their fingers to their chins,

Considered this a time to end 

Meaningless husks of ritual and religion

Such as Sunday Football

And the Mathematition’s Annual Conference.

A year of Jubilee declared,

People everywhere have a chance to pause

And think, before gravity begins 

To pull us in again.

-jenn