you can see a lot
from Space

you can see queens and
warriors and
culturally significant bears

you can see particles
of petrified dust and
the foggy glow of earthshine

you can see diamonds and
inky tendrils of
cosmic indigo

you can see velvet and
orchestras and
ethereal silence

you can see the
deepest darkest wishes
of a billion strangers

you can see the
entire essence of living and
death too

but what you can’t see is
the homeless man in the park
on saturday mornings

he is selling hand-painted parasols
even though it has been cloudy
for months