thSecond Thoughts

If

I could voyage to the stars,
         gaze into infinity,

unshackle earthly anchors,
        tumble freely,

floating on space,
       drift into solar ports

of dark safety,
       discovering bliss–

I’d like that a lot,
       save jettisoning fellows,

imperfect, but weathered
       by earth’s impromptus,

its sun-drenched fissures,
       yet stubborn harvest

of courage, empathy, and love,
       seeded by struggle.

nourished by hope,
       redemptive.

–rj