is strong but I am beginning to feel
the pull of other objects, other worlds
I could explore if I could but move into
a slightly more distant orbit, and then
one even a bit further out. Eventually
it won't be an orbit at all, just a planet
I briefly called home and which I pass by
now and then to remind myself of its
contours, the shapes of its continents.
Perhaps much later your astronomers
will study me, mark my visits (erratic but
recurrent), assign me a name and
number long after the memory of how
I once fell into you is lost.