Before I could read I felt marooned

On a planet too far from home

Isolated without remembrance

of dimensional origins connected

Earth with its beauty and grace

Homed a being of savage means

Escape was my daily chore

Until I opened my first book

It wrote of planets, creatures and souls

And then I knew I wasn’t lost

Visions of places unknown

Dropped like a payload to be scribed

A lifetime of work until reclaimed

Home is in every book

Sheltered in the collective mind