Poem #25 of National Poetry Month. Maybe I’ve watched too many old Star Trek: The Next Generation this month and hearing that opening sequence has got me thinking. I miss being in plays or having regular contact with theatre. It is just a different season of life for me now as I take care of family and home. I still get my plays out there as a playwright, but it is hard to wait for someone to play with at times. Even getting plays read by people that could produce them seems harder somehow in moments like this. It is like losing the thing that keeps me going. I feel a little woozy when I think all that needs to get done to do what I want to be doing and this is one of those moments, I think.

Star Treks

Where has my heart gone?

It is there pumping

Doing its job

But my heart of hearts

Not the love I have

For my most beloved

That I cherish daily

Or the blood ties

That harbors me

In a safe pride

Not the love of

Those that surround

Me like weeds, forests, or flowers

No, the love I put my time

Where the sands would fall

And burn a thousand moments

The hourglass overturned

And it seemed like a blink of an eye

The passion fueled for one conversation

over a single word, look, or nuance

Building whole themes out of nothing

A bit of cloth, well placed sighs,

Or a slight flirt flashed at the right moment

that the entire room would focus

and breathe together longing to know

would she or won’t she?

Wanting to know myself

What the outcome would be

Bringing together a group

To do what it sounds like

Children do it all the time

They pour themselves into worlds

 so filled with mystique

I miss that compliment to my being

Replete with all its challenge

A rocket to stardust

I know my heart is still there

Wandering the stars

My love lives in the moonbeams

the planets or constellations

That map out distant galaxies of dreams

Beam me to the surface

Of a smaller planet

I’ll begin exploring there

To seek out that new life

Where I have gone before