The window on the ceiling opens up to the sky.
& even though no one can reach it,
i still feel like its open.
Like its open & I can touch the stars
with my little finger,
& they giggle,
because stars are ticklish.
& even though no one can reach it,
i still feel like the night is coming into the house
& resting on my face.
Tucking itself in underneath my covers
& slowly drifting off to a deep slumbering sleep.
& even though it’s not open,
{this sky window}
i feel like I can see through it,
& watch the comets travel around the Sun in a
highly elliptical orbit,
because you can’t help
but orbit elliptically
when you are a relatively small
extraterrestrial body consisting of frozen ice & dust.
That window isn’t open,
but i know that if i try hard enough,
i can reach my arms out through it,
to stir
& mix
the Milky Way galaxy until all the black holes
converge
into
one.
The window on the ceiling opens up
& lets the world in.
So that it can rock me to sleep
& i can slip into a place
where night tucks itself in
& stars giggle with the fly-by-comets,
who soar through the
GIANT
black hole
Milky Way
night
time
sky.