The Cielonaut: Lost in a Poetry of Stars

he counts

as a year goes by

measures the time

in heartbeats

. . .

The Cielonaut is lost in the vastness of space.

He is alone and his journey has only one direction, and no destination.

He will travel between stars until he reaches an end that he cannot see, or imagine.

The Cielonaut will travel forever, exploring the far reaches of a very personal emotional cosmos.

. . .

the gradual

rearrangement of stars

outside the porthole

reminds him

again

of exactly

where he is