No rhyme or reason

Unexpected –

unfolding long limbs into flight

patterns, pausing only to laugh

before setting sights somewhere

just beyond the sun.

He shines enough

to make a pocket of space

seem like home

for a little while.

Equations roll off his tongue

and they sound like heroic sighs

after the world has been saved,

even when the landscape has exploded

leaving us holding pieces of ourselves.

He glides quietly

yet firmly through to tomorrow

plundering memories

then tossing them

into stories to be carried away.