space poem #9

Out in the ether

floating outside the cage

the line no better

than a monkey’s tail

promise it will one day let go

Visor captures the sound

of breathing within

hollowing it

carving breath into moments of birthing

Outside silence is given free rein

no language exists

in that place of speculation

possibilities and debris

past rotations, failed novas

In the void

insatiably whirling through galaxies

seeds chase their own tails

while unhatched stars

cry to be found

Starman spins slowly

waiting for sunrise

to sear away black holes

his singularity

bears the smell of used fuel

A million miles away

three children backs resting on dry grass

stare up at the night sky

see if in the patterns of the stars
they can discern their father