Space

Guess that’s it for the space program?

Lately, dreams of a body with no feet

my mother’s ashes at dusk, a baby

born from a box that is my stomach.

In the morning I know to leave my alarm

on the other side of the room, that space between

waking and getting out of bed is galaxies

away.       Discovery

landed smack back in Florida –

crowds stood to cheer

space returned home

for good.