By Midday, Gravity
When the day starts to ask things
By midday, things feel different.
Everything is clearer.
More defined.
You start making choices without thinking too much.
Answering things.
Moving forward.
The quiet from the morning is still there—but not the same.
It’s lighter.
Harder to notice.
But still there.
Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 05th: https://alkonda.com/2026/04/05/by-midday-gravity/
— Al Konda