Falling

Falling

by Susan Barnard



You pierced thinning air
going there,
logging off points plotted
in every cell of your bodies.

It didn't hurt at all
when the capsule split
streaming your lives
around us in your fall.

Images of earth
glimpsed and stored
in our species' memory.
With us now, so small,
until we too spawn in waves
of pulsing darkness
in the spaces between
distant stars.