For Columbia (STS-107)

Jan. 16-Feb. 1, 2003

You furrowed the sky on an ink-flooded night &ndash
Your track etched the inverse of my skychart:
The line, your path, as predicted.

You seemed to skim across a star-flecked carbon sheet:
A grain of salt flung onto the engraver's plate,
Pressed between Earth and the void.