Sometimes it’s like I
don’t even recognize
this life,
your eyes.
Is this some other sky?
Losing every touchstone.
Home;
and I am still alone,
under some other moon.
Is it just me,
or is that Ganymede?
Is this world
big enough
to hold its gravity?
Open my eyes
and it was all a dream,
until I feel myself falling
back to this reality.
Holding on
is all I’ve ever had.
If my fingers
lose their grip
upon the fringes,
I hope you understand.
Travelling between worlds
leaves me
with an
uncertain purchase on this one.
It’s easy for me,
you see,
to mistake our moon
for Ganymede.
in the right time,
the right season,
you’d even believe
we’re not where we
seem to be.
Some places
the walls wear thin.
Sometimes,
things draw close.
We can feel it,
hear it,
like someone’s knocking
on the door
of our subconscious.
I’m here now,
with you.
You are here
with me.
We’re experiencing
this reality.
Don’t worry,
we were made for this.
HG – 2021
