For I remember… I am not from this planet.
My planet?
Your planet,
and the Cosmos.
I would like to see other worlds
now that I am here.
Impossible—
for I can only travel
within my mind.
As I lay down to speak
with the mystery man
who, with arrogance, wit,
and terrible odor, said:
Behold! Behold, thy earthing.
Your name?
No name—
just shadows and wind.
Bluffing buffoon,
neither here nor there,
thou hast cast thy spells;
yet I vibe with Earth.
Now think,
as I stare into your eyes
and offer pity,
or perhaps treasures to pursue.
I remember when thou begged from here,
as you stared upon my abode;
you did not flinch,
nor blink an eye.
I admired thy courage,
thy fearless spirit—
for I gave it.
What of Earth?
What of it?
For I do not dwell in silence here.
I dream of it.
I dream of all that is there.
What is there?
The Cosmos,
the Cosmos,
the Cosmos—
the place to which I belong.
A poem by
S. I. Guzman
