the astronaut
i lie on my back staring up at the
heavens above, fireflies flickering
against a deep backdrop of sky
i trace shapes with my finger
-constellations-
and think about how many have
done so before me, for thousands
of years; in ancient times gone by
i wonder what it would be like to
be up there among countless stars
part of the sky i so reverantly love
instead of here, grounded on earth
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“i trace shapes with my finger
-constellations” -Perfect inclusion of action in a contemplative poem. I like it.
Thank you!