Inhalation sweet, the vape

with in-drawn breath she tastes.

A pause elongated, relished:

society’s preferred alternative to smoke,

and gateway to another world.

Her daddy used to call her

stargazer.  In a haze, her mind

travels back to the days of stories upon knees

and tales upon laps, when anything was

possible, more so pre-nap or

nighttime’s longer slumber,

Papa’s deep voice a guide, intonation

a map to follow through lands, over seas,

each oral performance sewing the seed

for the present; the here, and the now.

Well, a traveller physical she might not have become,

but the places she could write into existence…

Stargazer’s Papa was now a proud one.