From what I know about space,
its rock gardens of unimaginable distances,
the speeds at which the immense occurs,
fires where blackness burns,
ice where desolations dwell,
the curve that confounds space and time
and gravity reaching out like God’s arm
to hold the earth in folds of cloud,
we, on this lyrical miracle of a planet,
smiling at the most distant flame
in the blue blackness of falling night,
fly through the briefest of measures,
love in a breath and then we are gone,
thankful for the fire and ice,
for any moment of earthly reflection,
for the children of our children,
the missing mass of being absent at home.