Satellite poetry

What orbit is this?

Where are we?

Am I orbiting you?

Or are you circling me?

How far we have gone

doing the same thing?

Does my change

change our orbit?

Does it change you to me?

Do you know who I am?

Can you still feel me?

My rotation has stopped

time is all I can see.

Are you there?

Where were we?

Who were we then?

What space is this now

here in between?

I peeked

I peaked

I crept along fine.

Crawled over the sun

hands and knees on fire.

My belly got burnt

my heart cleaned in flame

then I leapt into space

off to orbit again.

written dec 2. 2018, nicole garlando

image: nicole, kitchen window