Into the Sky I Drift

into the sky I drift,
looking down
on the past—
all I was,
all I only seemed to be,
the borrowed dreams
and stories shared by others,
now softly left behind.

Into the universe I drift,
seeking the cosmos
and all it adores,
trading places with spirits
who lingered here for eons,
or more, if honesty allows.

Seeing, for the first time,
what was imagined
and graciously offered,
from one star to the next
I float in quiet joy—
dreams once distant,
fantasies absorbed and held,
now mine to carry,
my own to claim.

Following Hubble’s footsteps,
or perhaps Webb’s—
who knows? Who cares?
A free traveler am I now,
horizon widening,
leaving lightly behind
what tethered me,
embracing
the endless beyond,
the gentle thrill of drifting,
and the private wonder
of the infinite.

December 30, 2025