Norbit the orbiting man

seven miles above the sky
orbitals drift aimlessly
not knowing what they circle
and not realizing what signals pass
through them
bouncing

they are
nodes for intelligences (?)
that could, for all intents and purposes,
want to blow everything up
or spy on a neighbor in her skivvies
or even (innocuously) find a way
to where you are.

how should they know,
how would they know:
an input antennae
and an output antennae
and the clarity of the signal
depends on having
not much in between.
eliminate the middle man
and you get a truer product
at the real dirty down price.

i place myself in parallel
and pretend to be the shadow
of one of them,
one of those satellites
falling across the empty places.

it's my form of astrology,
i am like sputnik rising
or hubble in retrograde
and my destiny is just as
meaningless and contrived
as theirs is:

god (s) send the signal
and i will
bounce it back,
through my eyes,
through my empty brained
and typing fingers.

if i appear,
it will be as
the glitch and error
of a faulty signal transfer.