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.