I became a moon of orbit

precisely how I was launched,
not sure.
it probably had something to do with
the combination of a fuel, a fire, an ignition:
let’s explore.

fueled by the desire to belong
and know.
I thought I had spent years building up
the supply,
but when I checked the tanks,
the void’s echo shocked me silly.
I found the closest source and
liked what I tasted,
even if the burn was immediate and deep.
I didn’t mind – the lungs never do,
when competing with the brain.

fired by the notion that I now belonged
I had the energy to be.
the potential – the kinetic source!
all of a sudden there was no longer a
rear view mirror,
the notion that I had been anything else
was ludicrous.
they would want me on the pallets
burning because of sheer emanating heat
and the youngsters would have done anything
to emulate this flame.

ignited by the love that this brought,
I blasted off.  I found myself
quickly, however, in the far reaches of this
celestial expanse
and while the view was superior than any vista
I’d ever encountered before
it dictated quickly for me to look back.
the gravitational pull to reality was obvious,
the forces of physics always are.
and when everything I knew
became this planet I found myself revolving around,
that’s when the harm was done.