Domino

Heavy, humid, slow and steady through

Midwestern summers so wet

You could hear yourself dampening

While you watched the sun swim through

The horizon so slowly you’d think it was

Your mission to save it.

You, on the other hand of the meridian

Carefully balanced yourself in that cool breeze.

Seeping, sleeping, low and lazy orbit.

Rocked to sleep by a magnetism.

So tight the current through which smooth

Meditated breaths escape thick lungs.

Our visions both directed west. Creating

An acute angle so tight, so close.

You, standing barefoot on the grass

A light in your system directly above.

I, searching the great expanse above,

Mouth agape, hoping to find your star.