.
Tumbling out of sync,
out of reach
out of orbit with you.
Wildly out on my own trajectory.
Wherever I go,
wherever I end up,
is my destiny.
On to another unknown,
I go alone,
such as it has always been.
.
I see time and space
pass by me.
I reach out
for something to guide me.
Free from everything behind me.
Broken gravity
and animosity.
.
Always a chance
that I’ll collide with another,
or get pulled
into some star’s proximity.
Use it as a means
to throw me further
into this ever unfolding reality.
.
Searching for home,
some sign of familiarity.
I’ll know it
when I see it;
the missing parts of me.
.
Tumbling out of synch,
out of reach,
out of time.
Will you wait for me
until I’m
done wandering?
.
.
HG – 2020