Science Fiction
The hole in my head—
Suck in, vacuum, the blackness of
the space that holds us together, love.
Heart bled dry, life given to
the stars and planets we’re looking through.
Your strong hands:
I watch them shake through Saturn’s rings
the ice-rock and your fingers cling
to hope and love and distant seas.
Your mouth runs dry, my lips will plead.
And whose eyes…
Yours large, they shine, they beckon in.
We dare to touch; the comets grin.
No shuttle rescue, no plummet back
to Earth, to any beaten path.
Theirs watch us, tiny, squinting, search
a pinpoint in the sky they worked
so hard to build us. Ripped away
we tumble gone, no clouds, no gray.
—Zero G, the hole in my head.
Suck in, vacuum, the blackness of
the space that holds us together, love.
Heart bled dry, life given to
the stars and planets we’re looking through.
Your strong hands:
I watch them shake through Saturn’s rings
the ice-rock and your fingers cling
to hope and love and distant seas.
Your mouth runs dry, my lips will plead.
And whose eyes…
Yours large, they shine, they beckon in.
We dare to touch; the comets grin.
No shuttle rescue, no plummet back
to Earth, to any beaten path.
Theirs watch us, tiny, squinting, search
a pinpoint in the sky they worked
so hard to build us. Ripped away
we tumble gone, no clouds, no gray.
—Zero G, the hole in my head.