I come from one family,
But two homes.
Two planets separated by a galaxy,
One swept across space by a celestial breeze-
COLLISION!
And the resulting after-shock,
A conglomerate celestial dwarf
Was me.
From Planet A;
Lineage of manufactured success.
Renaissance men strong-standing on two feet-
The family-first, found his odyssey's end
On the soft ground-plastic of Planet A
Morphed his desires from the land like clay
Success-claimed from callusing soft-hands
As the giants were abandoned on home lands.
On no one's shoulders
From stardust and hopes
He builds his own empire
Curtains-flowing from factory ropes.
This extra-terrestrial traveler
He begot doctors who begot scholars.
We who strides-large in self elevation
Only byproduct of step-wise success?
Separation…
It seems essential for growth, a cliche.
As described, one flies free, on Planet A.
One must take intimidating leaps into deep space
To the unknown, not yet traveled—
Colonizing success,
Interspace decrees responsibilities are only your own.
Cut loose from the roots, which once grounded all home.
From Planet B;
A lineage of nosy neighbors
No business of your own.
Of warmth, comfort and support
No claim to say alone.
Shared love and passion for success
Without prosperity self-owned.
See the poor lone wolf, he must atone
Putting self over pack
Casted the creature a shameful-bone
Planet B is a self-sustaining Eden
A manifesting forest which blossoms and blooms
And must allocate resources with a fine tune.
A shriveling sapling hidden away
Under daunting shadows casted by grandmother oak.
If seen in state of squabble sorrow
Risks the perception of Planet B’s wood
Whose canopy of evergreen
Fluorescing across a galaxy
Is only vibrant as the lowest-reached tree.
In a planet of forest and seas
Blood is thicker than water
Nothing stronger than the bonds to life,
Those are the somnolent roots, preventing strife
Allowing the canopy’s splendor for all to see
Maybe,
Perhaps,
Driving planet, A to B