An Asteroid's Daydream  

Mostly I’ll remain unseen
And if you do see me soar
At most, I’ll be a mistake
A glitch, violet eye winking
A raindrop of celestial trash.

But perhaps in my flight
I won’t even make it past
The burning wall of pure
Atmosphere; a roasted crisp
I’ll have been a meteoroid.

Yet if I breached those limits
Through an exhilarating rush
(That giddy joy of spinning!)
I will have glimpsed freedom
As a bright flare, a meteor.

I can’t say I’ve been anything yet
Merely a drifting escapee
From the boredoms of our
Suburban asteroid belt.
What I will be -- time will tell.