Image via NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center; background, ESA/Gaia/DPAC
on the TV & I’m having a moment that’s not
my world not ripped apart by light or arms
weary from swimming the multiverse
Harjo says I cannot walk through all realms
but I can’t get the smell of burning stars
out of my nose as I drive the state’s lines
between jobs & lonely in one world
catching a little blue meteor trip through my sky
same as the milky way must have meant
nothing or anything, not so long ago
when I saw the face in the moon
the other day for the very first time
with its inverted brow & open mouth
it looked surprised to see me too, trying
to stay in the pop of the now that is all
too often about the otherwise singing the prettiest hole
that you ever did see, in these humdrum years
nearly bursting at their seams.