How to Track Poetry From Space

It’s there,

Written in city lights,

Hurricane clouds,

& sculpted islands floating on ink-blue water.

Sweet air,

Hovering over mountaintops,

Deep valleys,

& swaying wheat, choreographed by the wind.

Do I dare

Ask petty questions

As I check out

The provenance of the artist’s worldly work?

Who is this Poet?

Where's his/her pen?

When did he/she begin?

How will he/she end?

What flair

This scribe boasts,

Signing

With titanic strokes, dotted by jots & tittles!

Put on your Sunday clothes, my poet friend.

Be dangerous

As we laugh & cry, live & die.

Take off the top of my head,

& pluck my heartstrings.

Liberate me from life

& bring me Peace.

Oh, invisible priest,

Visit me on my deathbed

’r I’ll ne’er make it home!

Poet,

Writing in city lights,

Hurricane clouds & sculpted islands,

Dip your pen in the inky blue water—& write a line for me.