On My Satellite


I would walk a mile in every shoe,
Look through the eyes of every soul
Until I belonged to no one
And no one belonged to me,
Tied to no worldly possessions,
Possessing no earthly desires.
And I would understand humanity.

I would see the smallness of our daily races,
Throw wind to the scurry of ants disappearing
In the warm bricks, thread daffodils in their paths,
Making beautiful obstacles so roads were never easy,
But earned.

I would collect the people with no country,
Cast a rod, reel them in from their colorful rivers,
Point to the imaginary lines
As their tired feet dangled,
No longer pressing into declared ground.
Show them the rounded world,
With no corners to fall from,
No ocean to drown in,
No mind to enslave.

I would churn the cumulus brew,
Blow the frothy tops,
Cool the warming layers,
Stash caches of hope in
Shadowed crevices.

There would be no gravity to pull at my
Shirtsleeves and skin.
No gravity to bring me down and hammer
Me into the ground.
My bones would breathe and I would grow tall,
Expand into weightless particles.
I would float and spin,
See the world as it should be:
A glorious marble of land and sea
And in it, a strange brew of love and sorrow.

But if I stayed in outer space,
I would lose my place.
I would miss my family.
The soft kisses and stormy weather.
The wholeness and holes in my heart,
The bones aching with connective tissue and
Fleshy fragility, the soft tick of time reminding me
Of the moment, the beauty that shows itself every day amid
The ugliness, the selfless acts committed
Without thought or proof.
I would miss the gritty earth.
The soil embedded in my nails.
The patient blooms of spring before an
Unforgiving summer.

The rocketman is lonely, so the song says.
And so, every morning
I build my days with pocketed perspective, fingering
The large earth with my head bent upward,
Watch the night sky fill with extinguished light.
Until one day, I will have to shed the skin I reside in
And hitch a ride on my satellite.

I imagine the view will be just fine.

-S. S. Hicks


13 thoughts on “On My Satellite

  1. Debbie

    I don’t know your religious leanings, DD, but I find this lovely. It’s one thing to live here on earth, but oh, how glorious it’s going to be after we’re gone and viewing it from Heaven! Perhaps that’s the lure of outer space exploration — the unconquerable hope that something better exists out there, that kindness and peace will reign, that struggles will vanish.

  2. Don Royster

    Oh, what a good poem this one is. This really made my day. There are so many great lines. I hardly know where to begin. All I can say is that I look forward when you publish these fine fine poems in a book. I will open and begin each day with one of your poems. These are so so special. And especially this one. I sure hope your feet were dancing on air when you finished this one. For I can hear the voice of Someone saying, “And it is good.” Thank you.

  3. FictionFan

    This is a fantastic poem, DD! The imagery is wonderful, the language is beautiful and the message is inspiring and full of humanity. Well done, girl – brilliant!

    No chance that you’d like to run for President, by the way?

    1. desertdweller29

      Thank you so much, FF!

      It really does seem like anyone could run regardless of experience, political know-how, knowledge of issues, process, etc. But NO WAY! Clowns to the left, jokers to the right. You know how I feel about it all. I had to stop reading the news for a while. I’m now sticking to the vanity fair sections. Sunshine and lollipops. 😉

  4. ramonawray

    What a lovely description of the condition of being human, DD. Can I please climb up into your head and look around a little? I’m CERTAIN that the view will be even finer 😀

  5. Amy Reese

    What wonderful words! Really amazing writing. If we all could be so selfless and help each other out and be a bit more grateful about the planet, the world would be a kinder place. I agree, this poem belongs in a book. 🙂

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