I’m realizing that I’ve always been prone to planet hopping.
All my life I’ve never stayed restrained.
No one and nothing steady but planet hopping.
No home but in my head.
When I was younger we moved houses,
And by middle school,
I was transcending the dimensions of time and space to live anywhere but here.
I was more present when I was younger I think,
But that was only because I was out of practice
And because I didn’t yet remember the mantra of human existence,
The gospel that drives me off of my home world: life is not fair.
There were injustices I did not yet see, love that had not yet ravaged me.
Yet, so young I already had the gift to cope with pain and tragedy
Through planet hopping.
By the time I was 6 I frequented a second world, by 7 I discovered a third!
Today I find my home away from Earth
In dozens of alternate realities far beyond your familiar stars.
Through a white door with gold framing
The sky is lit by two stars
The air smells of almonds
And the ever-present rain or fog tastes sweet
Dragons announce themselves with resounding clicks as they soar through the skies
At my place in the garden I feel at peace.
