When you happen to find yourself
underneath the hold, of the punching vaccuum of,
My terrified daughter, hold your breath tightly!
Plug your small freckled nose with thumb and index
Seal those dainty blue eyes with one pudgy pink hand,
Curl into the smallness of our tea towel cupboard
While meteors crater the torso, fists, soft sides of your mother
I will radiate my love back to you.
From the blue brown yellow green of the novas
Under the neck of my long-sleeve blouse.
One day the stars will not seem so far,
the meteors will only rain on foreign planets.
And although black holes will eat all the light
From the corner room from which frightened voices carry
to the farthest cupboards,
even through the silence of space,
The jitterbug atoms of my love
will get to you
From every nova, void, and chasm.