Walking through the cosmos
Tonight at 11 p.m.
We’ll strap stars to our sneakers,
The awkward joints of our bodies
With dustless angel arms
And lift-off, clearheaded,
Into the night.
The road we take may seem familiar.
The dead walk it daily
And it runs through your dreams
Dotting that intricate country
With sure signs of travel.
The same road you wandered as a child,
Standing on its special surface
Lost but not alone.
Tonight we’ll follow it through the layers
Of the world,
You and I and the treacherous dark
Dancing beyond boundaries,
Cradled in the heart of planets,
Rushing past blazing clusters,
Following the crystal footprints of creation
Back to that bright beginning
From which we all once traveled
Before we ever knew directions
Or the purpose of goodbyes.