When I Am Free – by Paula Camacho
When I am free of this body
I will travel from the scene of the accident
to my home where cake crumbs
sprawled across a table are beautiful
and the philodendron leaves shine hello.
Light and luminous, I will ascend
to see the glorious earth
Carl Sagan mentions in Cosmos
where rulers become
the “momentary masters of a fraction of a blue dot.”
I will linger there as time transmutes into smoke,
cradle space in my arms.
Passing Jupiter, where three earths can fit
in its giant red storm, will produce perspective.
I will say unheard goodbyes to love ones
see the sun become a small candle
until the whole solar system
seems but a dot where I once lived.