My pearly eyes breathing the soot of space, I swim the sidestroke.
With each convulsing push, my snaggletoothed smile grows wider, wilder.
Now I am gigantic, a black behemoth blotting the needlepoint lights as I go.
Smoky stroke- a million miles.
Striations of stars in one surge.
There- one of rusty orange increasing.
Now a fruit size, now a beachball,
then a magnetic ocean of vibrant orange.
It pulls on my reins, yes it pulls.
But I have the bit between grinning teeth.
I wrest it away. Not yet, I say.
Another whooshing stroke, ten more,
and I am playing Asteroids-
for real, my friend.
They test my skill, I do not slow.
I think- I am the Otter of space.
I weave with his wonderful wilyness.
I am through!
Pinpointed dark awhile.
Then a cathedral of banded swirling light.
In the Jovian region.
My monster wing-arms are taken control of.
I assume a diving praying position.
I am headlong. My teeth crack on the bit.
My eyes strain to ovalness.
These, I willingly pay.
I am home.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.