Space, Katy Comber

One Space

by Katy Comber

Space

I tug at the word

carve it out 

for one

in the roots of a tree

in the vacuum of an undertow

in the orbit of a slightly tilting planet

I carve it

I crave it

Then invasion! 

My space 

narrows

shifts 

and is altered  

now it sits on me 

like ill-fitting sweater

and longer suits my frame 

of mind 

if you’re not filling it too 

The Space Cadet

by Katy Comber

I’ve never dreamed 

of being an astronaut

swimming in the sea 

of stars

but I’ve been called

a space cadet 

for my mind seems 

to find greater pleasure 

in other worlds