Lost, I find I am.
A human on a distant star
Or home alone and very far
From things I know or recognize.
Viewed through this lens I wear
Danger, I am safely coaxed.
It all seems out of place
As if arrived from outer space
To settle close and mesmerize.
It’s gift to issue forth and share.
Radiant, it is cloaked in dread.
The promised scent does issue forth
And face me t’wards galactic north
On unseen strings and alibis.
Of stars I dream to not despair.
Inspired, in part, from another of our bromeliads.