Into the Sky

A squirrel, a whirl, folded paper twirling

Silent across the blackness through the chill air

Flying, Flying, Flying

Past the crystal sparkles of piercing stars

Over trees, over mountains, over moons

A new satellite like lightning draws ineffable souls to itself.

Upward, up word, open but weird,

Folded weird, flying twirling, chilling, willing,

Into the sky.