the feel of low gravity against an earthbound brain is disorienting to say the least

everything works the same

except that it doesn’t

zero gravity is worse and worsening still

the crystals suspended in liquid in the inner ear get all kinds of loopy

don’t know if you’re coming and going as you spin in place going nowhere too quickly to manage

you get used to it

and your tears float in the air around you

that blue green marble just outside the four pane thick glass of the space station beckons you home

a word that seems to make those floating tears dance and weave even more

no matter how the train you

prepare you

mentally and physically fit

you are never prepared to float endlessly in space a mere two hundred and twenty miles from earth

a four hour car ride across the vacuum of space

moving around seventeen thousand miles and hour

homesick and spacesick with an ever rounding heart

how many miles apart are we my wayward love

hurtling through the vacuum of this space between us as my inner ear swells and balance loses all understanding in relation to my place on this marble

if i were in space it would make sense to feel this way

but i’m not and neither are you

and no matter how much closer physically we may get it cannot bridge this gap between

so i close my eyes and let the different phases of space and how it all seems so grand on one scale

and inconsequential to my ever rounding heart