out past Jupiter
you can look back and see
how brief
the span of your people’s history
was
how little time you actually
had
how magnificent the improbability
of all those memories love and sorrow
the blue skies
the thunderstorms rolling down
through valleys
sparking communicating with the ground
in flashes and sheets of water from above
the sparkling ocean you rode upon
the curling waves you caught lifting you
up and out
past Jupiter