You came back

  A mottled orb. Camouflaged to roll and bump. Eroded evenly. Sometimes suspended- to swoop around green arcs. Perhaps lay long covered, until whole beaches shifted, then unveiled to blink in the moonlight.   How ironic, that one who has seen so much should now be opaque. You are a Voyager satellite. A life-preserving, ice-encrusted … More You came back