(After Bhanu Kapil)

It was along the edge

of a shadow

or was it that

shooting star

that traipsed

oh so quickly by

that left me here

marooned

on this vibrant green

yet inexplicably

dark earth

As if Bowie were

my father

my feet reveled

in the glimmering glamour

of solid ground

yet my inner core

simultaneously

floated

reaching

far above

the imprisoning clouds

It was in this

celestial body

that the spaceman

caught my dream

cut me in two

and between the worlds

I melted

then reformed

yet with a syllable

always missing

from that perfect sound