I built a rocketship,
 with kraft cardboard 
 and Elmers glue that stuck 
 to the pads of my fingers 
 the epoxy of eternity 
 on my epidermis just 
 a mess of chemicals
 but then again 
 isn’t that just all of us?
 I built my rocketship 
 and dragged it into the yard
 the grass was wet 
 and it stained the cardboard
 the dampness of dew
 on the rocketship door 
 not so perfect,
 not really perfect anymore 
 but that really 
 just about sums up life
 I clambered into my rocketship
 and pulled out a paper map
 it was a map of the universe
 drawn on newspaper
 with subsiding sharpies
 and I forgot how vast
 and wide the world was 
 until I recognized my map 
 of the universe 
 many weeks and months later
 in a different phase of life
 in a different country 
 in a different continent 
 I found it in human eyes.