Spaceshock

I walk on Earth and feel lightness in my bones.

I float as I move, as if without gravity. Dirt feels like debris, the detritus of asteroids and comets. Grass is a foreign body, alien to my feet. One place to another feels like a journey between the stars. The stars themselves now more distant than ever.

I ignore my shadow – a figment of imagination, stemming from a sunlit sky. An alien body from the cold depths of space. Food is strange – in and out, too much flavour. I can't feel it float inside me. My house, inefficient, unclean. Alien architecture awaits me. I must climb stairs. Unable to float. I walk through alien corridors.

I look up at the stars, still distant.

I yearn to be free.