The space beneath the fading stars

Quiet moon-waves

Sounds of night just above

Circle down and around

This upward looking head of mine

And suddenly

I am transported

And neither here nor there

But as a weightless leaf

Or a feather in flight

I am now lifted beyond

And raised up into the bright

Sonar-ish glow

Of this lonesome sky

Satellite

Where the atmosphere is born

I breathe