_82. Going Back to California

Yes you swore
you’d never return,
said all that sunshine
was making you soft;
you were blunt to the
glamorous charms of a
bright state by the sea.
Still you knew it for the
black hole it always
would be. No escaping the
center of things, the brightness
all drawn in and the pull
increasing with time. Each
eventual horizon will one day
hold sunshine and San Francisco
on the other side.