That night, I stood opposite of Cassiopeia
reading for her as she smiled at me, iciness
separating us. I floated from her grasp
into outer space,
Orion hovered, casting a shadow
over her love, eyes locking with mine.
I sipped from the Big Dipper,
and spent 84 years traveling with Uranus.
I dated Aquarius,
befriended Ursa Minor, that lovable bear,
surfed on the rings of Jupiter,
laughing without a sound. I danced a slow dance
with each of Saturn’s moons, taking a bow after the ninth
set me free. My muted mouth moving, wordless.
The queen gazed in the mirror
as I backfloated through the Milky Way.