Finding Orion

Of different time zones

And cosmic comedy---

Tragedy, rather; playful

Satire of seconds and

Space, staged

In one atmosphere.

This is how we live:

Hot air, rise

     and

              

        Stars will fall.

               Pushing away from orbits----

         To puppets, gravity

Pulling our strings

To make greater sense

Out of mysteries.

Ergo, as the Omnipresence

Spins the Earth,

We are merely quasars

In a blanket of black---

      Known but not quite.

Skies do

            move, and

Constellations

            fade but

Once, our lives were belted

On a same plane,

In the same time zone.

It is the same atmosphere, still.

There, I found you

       Yet I lost you.

I will find you, again.