Floating through space feels like lounging on a pool float. True, your float is no pool float.

It’s a slab of discarded metal lost in the wasteland of the universe, and it’s pulling you with it, too.

In another time - a whole other life -

you would know the heat you’re feeling now came

from the sun shining high in the powder blue sky above you, but you do not know why your body feels flushed

in this wicked impersonation of a winter freeze. If only you were stretched out on your pool float, looking up at the cloudless sky above you, feeling the cool water below you.

Luckily for you, hours of imagination in this space wilderness

is as calming as the sight of a fully inflated plastic flamingo, almost.