Space

Sometimes at night
When I'm alone
And the moon shines through the window
When I'm aglow from white light
All is quiet and calm
I think about space
What it would be like
To just float endlessly on
To not be living
But neither be dead
Just to exist
Just to be here
Or there
Or everywhere
Or nowhere
To be part of space
Something larger than myself
I think of my native ancestors
What did they think
When gazing at the moon
Did they imagine life
Crops and growth
Hunting and fishing
Death and cycles
Or did they too
Even then
Think of floating endlessly
Just existing