Dear R,

As I sip my dark coffee
time to cast over the overcast
after the burn of re entry

land disorientated in a wasteland
and await kind hands to steady

these legs unused to the gravity
of the situation. Time will tell.

I had thought it all fiction,
then reality shot and cut my heart.

This empty, upturned capsule
of a coffee cup my re entry vehicle.

Would be great to see you soon.

Returned to another earth,

R.