Kiss the Sky

We came from California to kiss the sky

But found out it was sold

The full-spectrum tagged and fractioned

Bought by lofty bidders

Paying pixel prices

But we’re in love and trespassed

Bashed the brain-sky barrier

Rose through the high plane of

Orbital junk and space weapons

Cosmonauts’ excretions too delicate to discuss

Postcards to astronauts too cooped-up to reply

The place too trashed for Magritte to visit

Even to taste the music

Then my love stopped cold and laughed

Sang a summer song and pointed

Said that’s our shooting star

And there it was

Others may see the little sky

That fuzzy gas limiting the earth

A hundred kilometers a penguin might walk up

Provided the right suit

Our true sky larger

Packed with vacuum

Exploding stars that can’t wait to leave

Black hole parents who can’t conceive

Any code of gravity except their own

Where suns grasp infant planets

Too close to their bosoms to mature

Where wormholes wear out

Waiting for time travelers who never read the schedules

Posted on passing comets

Yet even this immense sky

A figment to a fragment of a fold

Of a grand dimension too very old

Our kiss seals and saves

This imaginary universe

The real one