Low Earth Orbit
Not quite on hold
but holding on for sure
Cyclical unfolding
that we both endure
Over the horizon
uncertainty at best
Each day a fresh arising
by which we are blessed
Orbiting ever lower
‘gainst gravity’s harsh pull
Only tugs the mortal coil;
free, our hearts are full
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2025
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