So the stars were out tonight...

Orion is high tonight in my sky. It reminds me of home; it is home. Home is a planet away, distance, geometry. It's a triangle proving the earth is round. Curvature separating here from home. Stoic in the night sky, seen from everywhere all at once. Everywhere that can see, that is. Here I sit, miles and kilometers from the land of his birth. The people that gave rise to Orion; form and name. Metrics of distance from here to there, here to anywhere, here to Orion. Distance as a function of time is not so great, but becoming so. Or is it? Struggle as we may, gravity binds us, poetically, together. Push and pull and fight, then fall back. Throw the rest away, we've got ourselves, staring up into a plum drenched eternity, Orion staring back.