Goodnight.
The first word
of an ad-lib lullaby
to the tune of Star Wars’
‘Binary Sunset’.
And thus
I attempt to croon
soft dulcet tones
as you fall asleep
each, under one arm.
But instead
I hear only
an aging father’s unpolished attempt
at sounds not dissimilar
to the Death Star exploding.
And I wonder
(as the words roll out my mouth
and the next
set
line up
to take their place)
(as the tones plummet
into the space
between us)
will you be
one day
up there
in the stars
where today, with all our resources, technology, hope
we seem only able to dream
of reaching
in baby
steps…
Will someone discover how to bend time-space
and place
one ‘end’
one coordinate
on top of another
such that when you go
I won’t be long dead
and your children long grandparents
by the time you return.
And I wonder
what will you find
in yourself
up there.
Will it be
what I see
in you now
down here?
And will life all seem to have been worth it
full, fulfilling?
And will this moment stand out
somewhere
in your heart-mind?
Da da dar da dar da dar da dar dar…. snore.
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