I’d
rather
be
spending
daylight.

I remember hearing Everything
out in the open frozen
February air,
the echo.
The chorus.

The breath and the memories, crystallized and
floating away in the dark February
air of things
past.

Birth clock.

Our days our numbered.

I’m already a half-hour into my 6, 623rd
day on this blessed Earth.

6,623.

6,623 days
young.

Profoundly unnerving to number ones days.

Hmm,
takes some brain power!
I can feel
the muscles flexing.
Or the lobes. Or
whatev.

Was thinking about skylanterns
during church today.
Let’s let one off
soon.
Now, to infinity
and beyond.

Are you ready?
T minus 3…2…1…

find the small white star…
just above and past the rings on the upper left side…
and whisper the words…
*whisper the word…

Home.

It’s not a star.

On that little white dot — you’ll find
a gentle breeze skipping
through the streets of New York City in the fall,
a girl staring out the window of an airplane
on her way home to Michigan…
That’s what you’re looking at there.

Quite a photograph.

930 million miles from home.
That’s what you’re looking at there.

Life is, you know,
it is what it is
right now.
ha!
hear here.
Kim Jong Il just died, apparently.
North Korea.
Bless them.
Yeah, life is lifey right
about now.

Lifish.