The sun’s radiance reaches us in 8 minutes
But given its age,give the expanding nature of the universe
Somewhere,4.5 billion lights years away
Its solar winds are breathing fire for the first time
Its flares dancing through the dark to awaken the worlds at their birth
Is our being this buoyant?
Is some celestial observer watching us through a series of glass lenses and mirrors,
Jotting down notes of years ago
Maybe of your flight across the country to the place you’d call your home?
If so,
On What star,on what rock,does your life still shine?
I’ve been tinkering
With lead pipes and gunpowder ,aluminum frames,
Fein saws and soldiering irons,
Steel
A fishbowl from the attic my astronaut’s helmet
Winter gloves,snow boots and overalls over a wetsuit
To stave off the cold,a notebook of your thoughts to stave off the loneliness
Infinity isn’t anything
Until you are among the stars searching for something you lost.