365 Poems: June 16th, 2014

Satellites

“So I send my feeble flare through the silent arctic air, heading anywhere until at last I’ve finally found a place to lay my anchor down.” ~ Anna Nalick “Satellite”

We’re not meant to be normal

on this small speck of dust

floating out there in space.

It’s amazing we can trust

that we’re not going to fall

or go down the wrong way

and that we have the strength

to not break down or stray.

We’re not lost and alone

on this satellite call.

We’re all looking for someone

who will care most of all.

We’re not meant to be normal

no matter how hard we try.

We’re just flying together

in this vastness of sky.

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