Doctors’ stethoscopes were flying saucers,Rotating ’round his chest like orbiting planets.Family and I shuttle into a waiting roomfull as the moon on the night of his birth.Claustrophobia made me feel like an astronaut.I needed space. April 11, 2002 …A star cradles a glow too luminous for 9 monthsof hibernation in maternal galaxy.Water breaks Orion’s Belt […]
