I meditate on a single kilometre,
then on another, and on some more. I soon lose count.
I think of Planet Earth, and what could impede her
on her trips around the sun, should some star mount

an offensive as she sails the Milky Way.
I think of how every single light-year second
contains more kilometres than the ages, say,
of my ancestors summed. It’s good to reckon

with the big things in the universe. They don’t care
who failed to return my calls, or care who did.
It makes me realise that there are marvels everywhere
more interesting than superego, ego, id.