Between Two Skies

Titan emerges from a May afternoon

scattering clouds to boll-cotton heavens 

warming air to blue translucence.

Wind stills to silence settling on the day.

I sit in the boat on the surface of another sky 

look out over the gunnel into the firmament.

Unmoving

tranquil

water mirrors what lays above.

On its meniscus 

alternatives beckon a curious resolve.

Crossroads

choices –

embrace the warm cirrus air or break 

the mirror, plunge into the unreality below.

I float on the point of decision, a water-beetle 

skating

half-certain 

between two skies.