The Homebody Dreams of Home

She lumbers in the parking lot

Gazing at the space

Entranced by the stars

Engulfed by the vastness

Wondering if she’ll ever get the chance

To be with her beloved

Amidst the Milky Way

He blue skirt and floral blouse

Looking less disheveled than usual

As she staggers back to take in the emptiness

The black velvet wish she’s painted for herself

She remembers her first kiss

Among the heavens

It was thirty years ago,

Yet the vividity of the abduction

Still pulses her imagination

With excitement

Her first and only love

Not even human.

She became enrapt

With light

Being drawn toward the curiosity,

The prospect.

Like a puppy to a lake.

Not sure if they’ll drown,

Only knowing that exploration

Is mandatory.

She remembers, through a haze – a Ketamine-like blur

The view of herself

Above her.

The mysterious charts and graphs

Marking the major parts

Of the terrestrial, extra carefully.

The stars, perfectly dazzling

Formed sequences of once familiar shapes

Orion’s sword, she thought she saw

The Gemini twins, now wielded by her abductor,

Slices her clothes off.

Her eyes full of nothing but wonder

At her lucky circumstance.

The alien does not like this.

She see lights, once again, in the distance;

Though, the colors seem different.

She’s escorted to a car,

Where the men in suits

Tell her she’s diluted,

She’s fantasized this event.

All the while transfixed

On the empty space

Of her future home.