My Satellite, At Conception
once around
a twirling, soaring
helical solaris
number three
on the call list
bonded
to my satellite
we do-si-do down
the never-ending
whirl-pool
how many
moons
hold hands
with the soil
dual palmed
grit and silk
wind and water
exfoliation
erosion
a night time
soul mate
my star shadow
always showing
your best face
a waltz
a paso doble
a fingerling
shimmy
a tidal lock
couldn't do this
without you
my satellite
no, I am yours
my twin separated
at conception
keep your
distance
maintain identity
rule my tides