Head in the Planets

Head in the planets
I am
Waiting for an equinox
The starred sky
Weighed down with three moons
Gravity dreaming
Of a missing day in February
Close-eyed thinking
Of an aspiration
You could show your face to
Finding
What the word home could mean
Dizzy and tired of spinning
Forget the rain
Dust is dust after all
I have a sailboat
White sails that fold
In a post romantic way
They remind me of
The snow that fell
On the day I was born
Thunder crack ice crystals
Fell from the sky
Crash landed
Like glass breaking
Vase falling off the kitchen counter
Spilling not-quite-fresh roses
And three day old water
She says
To earn my keep
I say
I have no keep to earn
As long as her home is half his
It’s no home of mine…