Floating the Curve
Terri M. Baker

Yes. Tonight the sky floats clear.
Yes. I see the stars where once
I walked, moved out into the
Universe and thereby hold
A vision that came to me
As a girl of four, lying
On her back in a clover
Patch--one warm Oklahoma
Night. Yes. I know we are kin
On earth, in a curve--blue/white--
Upon which we walk and laugh
And kill. The small mouse breathes grey.
Herons fly their ancient flights
As part of the curve--blue/white--
That leads us to tomorrow
That stakes us out to our past.
We are part of the curve--blue/
White--floating into the stars.