I worry

I worry

That I sprawl

As lolling as the romping sky
Unsurmountable and finger thin and heavens high

I worry that Jupiter will always be away, as I chase it down the orbital plane
I worry that you will never speak Japanese, that I translate clumsily, that my words are old porcelain in a dry mouth, and Carollian, and strange.
I worry that you know me, that you don’t
That your…