LXXVIII.

imperfect lock.
your space station won't attach
come back to earth, lovely mind
come back to us.

all around you.
we see it; we're awake;
our eyes are open to the                       you
we exchange nods and know.

like a salute.
this mother buys you groceries
this family pulls the knots from your back
this childhood friend asks about the empire state

this one listens in a jeep
to one a.m. kennedy theories
grabs your backpack, searches your memories
for a pair of running shoes

even the shopping mall knows
with its posters and signs
come back to us
it's                                you