Trapeze, Artist.

I ran off, finally. Joined the circus. Didn't have to leave the room! Just sent a signal, into the void instead of the local radio station. The green people chortled: "Whatever took you so long?" Now when I look outside, beyond the golden oriole, the red-vented bulbul, the tall, thin peepul tree, I see Andromeda. Mars. The moon! Sometimes, Pillars of Creation, billowing, delicious and inviting. I once saw Schrödinger's cat, at the edge of a black hole, licking her paws, but I declined the offer, right at the rim of an Event Horizon. And so. Here I am. Holding hands. Across the universe.