satellites

all that really matters to me
as I hit the atmosphere
calling myself a rocket
is that somewhere
that smile, so beguiling -
rests carefully on a face
I've not see for a year

oh sure, the digital
anomalies that pass for
our passings these days
make sure we feel, connected
to the indelicate web of
parched lives, nineties
and whole

I've waited so long for
someone to take me back home
now that that might be (you)
I think it's the big...
well...apple...you see
so why can't I say that in
person, tomorrow

and forget the consequences, live
in the leap ahead as you push
I push the steep, the rough, the
impossible off the scales and out into
space, floating away
where I can hang, with you

and watch the earth spin