I’m driving, she’s deciding on tunes to queue. She
doesn’t ask what I’d like to listen to; a good DJ
always knows the right songs to play.
Occasionally observing the
oddly beautiful, as she always does.
Alluring architecture or shade of car,
absurd outfit or shooting star.
She says the sky is
aligned with planets tonight—
usually, I am blind to what lies
outside of my line of sight.
But there it is.
Perfectly ahead, Jupiter
has never been so close.
And just like that,
we are jettisoned.
We are jesters juxtaposed;
journeying a jigsaw made of jewels.
Like scuba divers in this ocean, we call
outer space—we can swim between
the sparkles in the stars.
We need no GPS, no directions given,
no compass needle needing notes taken, I
don’t want to know how long it should take.
We’ll get there when we get there.
I’m driving and she’s deciding on tunes to queue: a
playlist with a celestial view.
We’ve got a lot of ground to cover
and all the time to lose.
Ricky Frost
Ricky Frost is a spoken word artist and mental health poet from Essex. He is also a mentor for Lads Need Dads, helping boys aged 11-15 with absent fathers to develop life skills and emotional expression.
Through his poetry and his work with LND, he wishes to inspire others to seek help, speak out, and find healing and hope in their own lives.
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