cool metal traveler,
did the burn of reentry feel like one last warm embrace
from the haloed mother sun, radiant with heat, as she bid you a safe journey
out of the blue-flecked obsidian void?
when i watched you pierce through the hazy yellow-orange of early morning,
i thought for a moment i saw a contrail, then a winged angel, in your path
as you
shattered into the infinitesimal.
i woke up everyone else, made them run with me to the beach,
to loosen the mooring line and pull the halyard rope
to see if we could fetch a piece of you, bring you home to rest at last,
but i should have known better. you are like me, aren’t you?
us voyagers cannot go gentle.
we prefer to press onwards into the margins of the unknown,
ever-deeper into the glittering waves.
