Visitor by Angela Acosta

Visitor
Angela Acosta

I walk this Earth a visitor,
a cosmic wanderer tethered
to this globe by gravity.
I am the universe sensing itself.

This one sentient life is all I get,
but millions of stars twinkle at me,
a member of homo sapiens sapiens,
calling to their brethren built into
the fiber of all living beings.

On this old globe, there are no new places,
but new sensory experiences abound
for toddlers grasping with opposable thumbs
and teenagers still awkwardly coming into their bodies.

All visitors must leave, but few will wander,
sallying forth into unknown orbits,
seeking a homeland, however temporary,
for our greatest skill as humans is to make meaning.

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