Between the multibillion-dollar marriages,
the artificial magic and the never-ending hashtags
and the unhappy joyful, the grieving believers,
the mouth sounds we make by instinct,
the subtle hand-wave at the supermarket,
the generational sagas we tell to our parents
and the self-same we tell to our children,
Iām always home in that other galaxy,
where I belong in that long-ago moment.
By Heidi Turner