The astronaut is dreaming of Earth in zero gravity.
Tucked in the weightlessness of space, he free floats
across the cabin and softly bounces against the walls.
He is dreaming of old alleyways and of older nightclubs
and of the girl he left back in the city a few million miles
away. She is lovely. It is nighttime and she is looking
at the stars, wondering what it feels like to sleep alone
in the sky. It feels like it is never morning, he would tell
her. It feels a little cold but the weather is not that bad.
The astronaut is awake. He blinks his eyes into dreams
of rain.
Zero Gravity
Poetry by Allen Samsuya | December 16, 2012