Returning To Earth
Footfalls to the floor,
the bed unlatching still sleeping bones.
The duvet smells of stale dreams.
Make a fist of the mind,
November is not for the weak.
Cold windowpanes knuckle
a tap tapping chill.
10 minutes away
coffee finally.
Imagine the sky, don't look at it yet,
the sun has yet to break
some surface ice above it.
Its going to be sunny but cold,
no other planet in the solar system
can do this.
I5 minute to touch down
and a few giant steps.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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