In Orbit

Fletch Fletcher

think aphelion and know 

why he bundles in dark wool to sleep 

the envy of dead 

wandering the clothes-cluttered floor 

besieging his bed 

hiding treasures of coins and bills and cracked plastic 

bottles that promised brightness and 

barely brought the dim specter 

of the moon’s borrowed rays 

as it too set somewhere in the floorboards and the trail 

he left cooled to nothing and even if he could 

be warm again it would entail so much 


Fletch Fletcher is a science teacher, a poet, a brother, a friend, and an observer of how all people connect to everything around them. We need to strive for connection if we are to ever be better than we are.