I am a meteorite,
sailing across the inky black space.
Alone, but unfeeling.
I know not my destination
nor my origin

I am a meteorite,
sailing thru space

I feel so cold.
If I could feel, that is.
My rocky craters home to none,
but welcome to any;
welcome, welcome all.
Welcome, welcome you.

Chrome future ships
and twinkling stars.
Orion’s belt, so far, so far.
No such thing
in this Andromeda

I am a meteorite,
sailing thru time.

I see Hailey every few decades or so.
But this year feels different.
An end is coming.
No origin, but an end;
a location,
my new home.

I am a meteorite,
sailing home.

I am a meteorite,
sailing home.