The Skygazer

Back-flat spread out starfish,
eyes up-open and mouth down-shut,
limp sky-gazing like still driftwood in a solid sea.
Take the time out (off) to sky-gaze,
away from life and floating
somewhere that death could be,
weightless in the endless blue. 

I am nothing here:
breathing (breathe in) and drowning (drown in)
in the dizzy sky
that is everything above,
around, around, (below?) 

Here is the curve of the earth:
a world so small
I drown in the limitless.
Back-flat starfish; I beg you,
do not reel me in to shore.