Star Gazer

Comet-like axons light
my brain,
orbits protect my eyes
and two tiny moon bones
curve my palms.
Like a planet my body
harbors canals and gasses,
coronas and rings.
During a tempest, nebulae
may cloud my corneas,
penumbra lurk in my lungs.
Orion girds himself
with the Trapezium cluster
while I hold it in my hands.

The MilkyWay and DNA,
our elegant shapes.