Avoiding the mass,
afflicted by crowds,
isolate and internal
I circle the beloved,
an orbiting satellite
without friction or gravity
in the silence of space,
surrounded by stars
yearning for home.





6 Responses to “Satellite”

  1. Eric Dunn says:

    Me too!

  2. Tom Figel says:

    Oof! This is a strong one, full of affection and sorrow.

  3. David Banner says:

    Yes….orbiting the One and ignoring the fanfare down here…..

  4. Pichay says:


  5. Jack Lavelle says:

    Ah sat-at-a-lite
    hafta figger out
    da firs tree lines a dis pome
    once ah kin do dat
    ah will be home

    [even if I’m missing a ‘foot’]

  6. Elizabeth Nunn says:


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