Not sure how it happened
but I find myself
circling Earth
on my own
private moon
not so far away
from what
used to be
home.
I awake
to a view
of endless
seas of blue,
of blues
filling my eyes
and heart
like a giant
drive-in
motion picture screen.
As I whirl
through space
I call out
to my loved ones
who cheerfully
raise a hand
in greeting
and farewell
as I whiz by.
"See you next time! "
they cry.
I go
and ask astronomers
if my orbit
is narrowing
or widening.
"Hard to say
at this time, "
they reply,
scratching their chins.
"Better sit tight
this year
and maybe next.
A collision
with the Earth
you used to know
would be perilous
for all
concerned.
"Keep spinning,
keep waving,
learn to
make yourself
at home
where you
find
yourself."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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