The dream reached for her.
She strained to see
and as she did
began to glow around her.
Deep space held her, floating, in an iridescent pool of stars.
Defying the gravity she’d left behind,
she turned and turned
to find the glassy marble:
Agua and ciel
smeared with snowy streaks
and bits of lush and burnished terre.
Her heart warmed
at the sight -
And yet, not firm,
her home began to shrink.
Smaller and smaller, earth became
a deflating balloon.
She watched the curiosity
compress upon itself
until the air was gone.
It did not stop.
Small, strange, empty mantle,
this glowing planetary skin
out the other side.
her home became
and then began to stretch and grow again.
It looked the same
but she knew, it was not.
She wondered if her seaside lair would
spurn her return.
The fright awoke her with a start.
She felt for the familiar sand below her
and looked up at the distant night sky.
Storytime is a series of poems that, together, form an unfolding story.
Read each as an individual poem.
Or, start at the bottom (Storytime 1) and read up (to the present) for a story.
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