It is not so easy,
this question of finding yourself.
The first problem is perspective,
a place to stand
outside the distortion
of your own dense atmosphere.
So you train your focus homeward
from a swiftly passing asteroid,
and when you peer beneath
the layers of swirling clouds,
those beautifully pearly distractions,
you realize for the first time
that there is much less solid ground
and much more of ocean depths
and that makes you feel even less buoyant.
Oh, for want of that long lever
and a fulcrum, and a certain
naive and hopeful recklessness.