Set up the chair.
Brown and tan nylon weave.
Glancing blow from a child's toy.
His eyes say it has served as a weapon before.
Snap the chair closed.
Sweep Cassiopeia away.
Just quiet action.
Dart across the sky.
Tumble past the black holes and the supernovae.
Arrive where they see her light,
They see it. And in their generous way
Copyright 2010 Michelle L. Coulter