Far out on a country hill I place my blanket on the grass and lie flat.
Above my head to the north is steady Polaris.
Off my left arm the gas giant Jupiter rises silently. Off my right, Mercury Is settling into the deep blue twilight.
As velvet black of true darkness comes, the majestic backbone of night appears – the Milky Way.
Its angle from my right foot across to my left shoulder orients me, and I tilt my head to the right to become upright in my home galaxy.
Peering into the dense star cloud of Sagittarius, where the galactic center hides, I begin to feel my citizenship in the Universe.
Reaching out, I run fingertips along the edges of the billion-star band of light.
The Carbon, Nitrogen and Oxygen atoms that are me resonate with their birthplaces, in the cores of those stellar furnaces.
And the connection is made, transcendence complete.