Astronaut

In the sky before loud light a universe burned. Solar wind blowing curtains of fire I lay in warm grass. Black tom named Lucky walked on my chest. Left headless birds on our porch. Eyes of no belief. In mine a small moon rising. Before Telstar. Echo. Through the stream of galaxy. Capsule. Tiny window. The candle fell. My head lit. The blue all of an ocean. Prints of weightless feet on the hood of our car. Lucky hissed at ghosts. Fought with terrible wails for his piece of the dark.