I saw a picture of the earth today,
Spinning and traveling at a pretty good clip.
While it goes off into the where ever,
Doing its best to shake us all off.
As I stand here, feet upon the ground,
Head somewhere in the lateral area
Of the atmosphere,
I think of you, my friend,
So far away in Argentina.
Standing just about on your head.
Never falling off.
Never holding on.
Speaking Spanish like crazy,
Watching the water go down the drain…