Meditation on Space
Night sky shows clear,
Sixty miles gale forced wind
Vacuous points toward
Space above air, insight
Ash, maple, river birch,
Gone, cut from hot sand, earth,
This drought as dry February,
Clouds capture dusk, then night,
Filled with dark matter,
No oxygen, I turn to stars,
Escape gravity, earth below
Stratosphere ionic layer
Dissolves last of atmosphere,
More than seventeen thousand
Miles an hour into orbit,
Floats into vision, gone again,
Into light hours past
Jupiter, past my solar vision,
Thousands of unexpected forms,
Sun propelled at speeds
I cannot comprehend,
Atoms once in cubic space
Empty, insidious, natural
Black space rests again.