from family debris to space debris

her eyes looked into mine 

what was the path from family debris to space debris

I pondered and laughed inside

there were no science fairs or encouraging parents

my guinea pigs and hamsters ministered to my dreams

such as they were

dust bunnies, too.

what a curious question she was asking

the same probing one I might ask, 

I liked this woman, I would like to see her again. 

there must be truth somewhere in all this debris,

these clouded family stories fabricated to oppress,

no, there were not intentions, just ignorance and pain.

isn't life a mysterious dark cloud into which the 

lost drift, seemingly with no direction, but mine,

mine was to find truth somewhere

and in the end,

protecting those we love from debris,

whether the eyes of the most powerful space telescopes 

or our eyes gazing up to the stars.