Galaxies

I left for space this morning

my bags packed

my hat on straight.

As I walk down the street

I imagine doing the back stroke

through thick waves of molecules

the after-taste

of space dust in my mouth.

The sound of harpsichords

plucked note by note

in an endless haze of light.

I see the Earth, now a tiny

blue marble. I imagine

my fears, even tinier marbles

unable to be seen without

a high powered microscope.

I've arrived.