I imagine my bed
as an intergaltic starship.

In this white iron bed,
this white clapboard house,
I am sailing through the universe.
in black space.

All around me,
on asteroids,
are the people who
have touched my life:
my twins, waving like
two little princes drawn
by Saint-Exupe'ry;

My mother waving from
her intergaltic funny farm;
my father, making origami birds to sail
off across space to the twins
(the twins he never saw,
yet of course sees)......

My granny planting her
rose garden on her asteroid
and praising the astounding
energy of postmenopausal women.

The earth, I see is a tiny spore
hurtling through deep space.
From my vantage point in the intergaltic bed-
which has now left the earth
and is sailing effortlessly through
the cosmos alone, with me in it-

I see not only the smallness
of the earth but its astonish vulnerability.

Earth, moon, and stars all
can be snuffed in a second by
a whiff of cosmic breath.

And I in my bed hurtling
through space-time,
with only my dog to comfort me.

From my bed I wave
to everyone I have ever loved.

This vision sooths me.

The voice of female pain
predicting male unpredictability,
declaring in song that nothing between
men and women is new under the sun.

~SAS