homesick at space camp

is the sun enough
bed-warm
through curtains
enough
to dampen the desperation
to make you feel
infinite

and what does it say about me
i do not believe
that i question the sincerity
of the sun on your skin
that i do not believe
in the stimulation of nerve endings
or the story that you repeat
of your life
of the dawn

the sun is not enough
nor moon
nor silence

enough