Sometimes, I stand naked in front of a mirror
Not the paunch or the flab or the dimples (of which there are many)
But to gaze in wonder at how everything looks unchanged.
Like a cosmonaut suspended in space
Observing Earth’s serene stillness
And thinking the world must always be this constant, from here.
This is me, gaining distance from myself.
Grappling with the idea that surface level
Isn’t the whole story.
That what I see while suspended in space
Isn’t all there is.
That underground volcanoes never cease
Creating silent scars in a once placid body.