Lifeline Poetry | November First Week Prompt

Bouncing Off Satellites

sprinkled in stardust

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

When we are impatiently
waiting for a message from afar,
my brother
(the engineer who once sent a rocket to the moon)
reminds us
“well, it has to go to space and back. "

On humid Florida nights
we lie in sweet, dew-covered grass
dreaming of being astronauts
to go to space and back
beseeching the stars to be our fortune.

There is bravery revealed
in this digital world.
Secrets cannot hide,
bombs can’t be silenced.
To space and back
connections are made
in which,
one day,
we might right this world.

I see the resilience of the human mind
as your face reflects back to me
in the brazen white light of an electronic device,
every nook and cranny of your features artfully in stark relief
in evidence of a thoughtful search for knowledge.
Surrounded by the black night…