Day 26

I’m falling for the stars

before they shoot back in space.

For some reason, this month

I’ve had the atmosphere on my mind.

I signed up for crowd sourcing jobs

recognizing nebula

I follow an astronaut that is live tweeting from space.

I have spent many a lunch hour wondering

why the moon is called moon

when that’s actually a category of

sky rock.

I think perhaps I’m wishing that I

felt like part of something bigger,

I want there to be life beyond us.

I want to feel small.

I want to look down on it all,

you must be able to achieve an

astronomical level of clarity

from so high up.

So high up that up probably doesn’t exist anymore-

more like around.

I want to be surrounded by the idea of being,

small.