June 30, 2025

tardigrade in space

Is this all
there is? Small
claw-fingered

arms and no
thing to grab
onto? In

another
life I trod
water

unseeing
all the day
in a pond

I endured
I was one
of many

Now I look
out onto
the stars

poem

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