Outer space feels
Disorderly, Empty.
The chance to be at all
Seems implausible
Yet, here I am
A man from the stars
Confidently strutting
My peacock feathers
Despite the reminder
Every time photons
Reflect a Hydrogen sunrise.
A short burst of electricity
Viewed from afar
Could look like a storm
Short and exciting
Fleeting bolts charged
Particles take me back
To where I came from