This is How it Works
I’m standing in the grass.
I look at the stars and close my eyes.
I hear Detroit and through my eyelids-
The paranoid glow of arc sodium.
Chilly wind ruffles my hair.
I can smell spring in the air.
I look down and see my shadow-
The intrigue of absent detail, but
Somehow I can make out blades of grass.
I look for the moon but find Saturn instead.
Floating through the debris field
I examine the ringlets of an icy bygone moon.
A tug on my hand—
I’m walking forward
The silhouette of a man, dog, and large
Horned tree, I wonder if that owl is around?
The wind slows
I am winding down,
but before I go-
One last look at the stars-
My consciousness fights free
And once above the earth
Looks back and wonders about the man below.
I’m in two places at once.
I embrace it.
Very tiny in my ear,
I hear the dull buzz of a jet
No not yet.
And the wind kicks up
A reminder I guess
I open my eyes
Tyrion sits quietly,
Facing the house
Letting me have this moment and
perhaps having one of his own.
And I can’t help to think about the enormity of it all
And my small place in it.
No, I think. Not small, not to me.