Darkness blankets me
as I nestle deeper into my space suit.
I float, somewhere halfway in between
consciousness and mars
and wonder at the enormity of earth.
Through butterfly eyes I see
moonlight and starlight
spilling through
the crack underneath my door.
As I gaze with jealousy at the
jewels ensnared in Andromeda's hair
it strikes me that this is far too much
for one pair of eyes,
far too hard
for one pair of hands.
An odd feeling taps me on the shoulder,
telling me that none of this is real
that the yawning night beneath me is solid,
and the glittering diamonds floating in the chasm beneath me
are nothing but scraps from my notebook
I have discarded on my cowering carpet.
But then my foot slips,
dipping through the hollow floor and stirring one of the stars,
and I relinquish my hold on reality.
