I am a sun-lit sailboat,
whose mast is buttressed by a concrete heart.
(Where will this journey end?)
I am a pair of iridescent insect wings,
fluttering above a flush of dewy leaves.
(How many more times will I feel the kiss of dawn?)
I am the steady rise and fall of the sea,
inexplicably bound to gravity’s clockwork respiration.
(How can I survive these grinding gears of existence?)
I am a spiraling galaxy,
cradled by the shadowy arms
of dark matter.
(How can I love without hesitation,
when my center is anchored by a singularity?)
I am a sonic boom of consciousness
barreling down the quantum tunnel
that merges space with time.
(For how long shall I remain?)
whose irregular form
is merely a drunken silhouette
of the shape
of how I inhabit
an empty sky.