Author's Note: This is about the infinity chamber at the art museum. It was one of my favorite pieces and this poem is about what it felt like inside the chamber. If you missed seeing it hopefully this poem will give you an idea on what it was like.
Suddenly your weightless,
stepping out into the stars,
all around you.
Below you, next to you,
you are surrounded.
The light reflecting off your eyes.
Floating weightlessly in space,
the stars, never ending,
glow brightly against the dark sky.
Millions of stars,
all shining bright,
little specks in the sky.
A voice calls,
a door is opened.
Your journey into space is over, at least for now.
