Sometimes I feel like I’m drifting:
in outer space, through life.
I can’t keep up with myself
because I am more lost than wanderer.
Oh, but you with your whimsical lines,
“we are cosmically bound to each other
by the stardust in our bones,”
make the universe shift
so, I am reminded
that home is not a black hole.
There’s magic in us, quiet and magnetic,
even if I disappear for a while,
the moon will lead me back to you —
safe and found.