We drink the Sun,
expecting to be consumed,
but we are bereft
of the comfort it once provided.
No more sinking
into that warm cocoon,
vaporizing off
the Heliosphere.
Whatever plan awaits,
we reject.
Shaking off an old orbit
and losing the Moon.
The other side
of a sole, cold horizon,
we find what we
had thought we lost.
A glimmer of wonder.
One more trip
to send the mind and spirit
off around the bend.
Chart a new course.
Devour a new Sun.
We were never more
than explorers and soldiers.
Carve through the system,
using gravity
to break gravity,
and then
we’re off again.
HG – 2022
