apogee

by convention, we name each axis
based upon a weight

knowing nothing of electromagnetics

formed near earth as separate bodies,
no break in system, the gradual resolve

what imprint hovers

flared between miles & constants
, places where orbits lose

designed, a study of motion

to my ear I hear it: the capsule burns
projected travel

against their eyes, a melody

unobservable under normal gravity
a stretch of light that bends

there is no language in egress

a body in motion remains in motion
, even yours

write postcards marked by skin


rob mclennan & Christine McNair,
August 31, 2008
Sainte-Adele, Quebec