He told me to go to sleep
and die amongst the stars
but I don’t think I can hold up
my end of that deal. I can’t
keep my eyes closed. All these
comets keep whistling through
and keep me awake. With binoculars,
I think I can see an astronaut floating
in an inner tube of night. The lone satellite
blinks on and off and continues on its
wide circle. circling. The planes weave
around in the sky as if they were making
a blanket of the darkest yarn. I am drawn
to the edge of the sea to see the dark clearer.
The boats bob in and out, the sun lights up
the moon with her ruddy cheeks.
I start to drift away.