I count the Arabidopsis rows
Their tiny roots know how it goes
No gravity to pull them down
Just nutrient mist silent crown
Copper vane spins slow and wide
Earth memories locked inside
Hangar bay keeps vigil deep
While station orbits fast asleep
My patina sings of Kansas plains
Where tornadoes tore through wheat and rains
Now cosmic rays kiss verdigris
A quiet ghost in weightlessness
Copper vane spins slow and wide
Earth memories locked inside
Hangar bay keeps vigil deep
While station orbits fast asleep
I speak in Latin to the fern
Aspergillus watch it turn
The rhodes piano hums low key
While brushed cymbals breathe with me
Copper vane spins slow and wide
Earth memories locked inside
Hangar bay keeps vigil deep
While station orbits fast asleep
No soil here but hydroponic gel
Yet chlorophyll remembers well
The vane remembers westward gales
We both are exiles telling tales
Trumpet muted midnight blue
The station keeps its orbit true
Solanum lycopersicum
Ripens red in vacuum
Copper vane spins slow and wide
Earth memories locked inside
Hangar bay keeps vigil deep
While station orbits fast asleep
Copper vane my copper vane
You will turn for me again
Roots hold fast in orbital night
Vane catches starlight soft and bright
