Erin Danhi
30 May 2011
At the Window
I stare out into the starless sky and think beyond my perceptual limit.
I imagine a fleck of dust floating in the universe, travelling at the same speed forever,
An endless and solitary journey.
My brain is gathered, separated, and assimilated.
I am space dust now.
I am toppling end over end, but there is no brief relief of being upright.
There is no top or bottom out here.
There is no familiar feature in which to gain my bearings.
I forever feel the push of the force that ejected me from it long ago.
It’s a hard gust of wind always at my back.
I hope that one day my trajectory destines me for a star and I am burned away.
No end, immortality, is my greatest fear.
First Draft – written 17 May 2011
I sit at the window and stare into the starless sky.
I picture a fleck of metallic dust travelling at the same speed forever.
An endless and solitary journey.
My brain is gathered, separated, and assimilated.
I am space dust now.
I am spinning, but there is no brief relief of being upright.
There is no top, there is no bottom.
There is no landmark in which to gain my bearings.
I forever feel the push of the force that ejected me from it long ago.
It’s a hard gust of wind always at my back.
I can only hope that one day my trajectory destines me for a star and I am burned up.
No end is my greatest fear.