we are a cosmic collision of aliens and primates

imagine that?

(why my toes cling hard to the ground

why my head is twisted up in the stars)

read me the story etched on my DNA
what i am afraid to remember i know

travel through space and time with me
but leave your space suit home

how can i spend the afternoon in a museum

when there are the flowers

and there is the sky

we cannot change enough

to hide our similarities

we are the same

everything else is change

in meeting me

i know you

i love you claire