Alien Space Cadet
Olivia Meyer
Three-thousand five-hundred eighty-one miles and
fifteen years away
I thought it would be
so different–
the heavens are closer
so
it might as well
be another world–
But the light is nice
birds sweet
and it’s a nice place
to sit on this lichen covered bench
more living than not,
these strangers less strange
breathing comes easy
and we are not so different
Our hearts– or something else
thumping in separate chests
sober of thinking
call to this land and get an answer
that still does not sound
in these ears I know to be hearing
–it is yearning
that stretches over oceans
and hollows out
the pit of the heart
so it has
a nice place
to sit
to listen