Postcard to a Far-Distant Composer
These days I welcome
some alien otherness
let someone else’s songlines
freight me home
while I work the Altairan mines
still in patched-up gear
still trying to save for passage
back by wormhole
your small suite
a tide of your species’ secrets
in aural and temporal notes
unravels then streams through me
so thank you for the elevation
for this small favor
for this link between us