What I miss is aliens.
Not aliens, exactly, but the thought of aliens –
descending in their shiny spotless spacecraft,
making first contact and humanity responding –
love and peace? Maybe. A realising
that we’re human, all of us together,
that we’re adrift on this blue spaceship
but we can reach out –
grappling hooks and handshakes –
learn from others, find new ways to live.
I’m missing Captain Kirk.
That clean ideal of boldly going out
into the great unknown,
sharing the best that we can be.
Maybe I miss my own naivety.
Maybe I miss the feeling that we can be better,
that we can all reach out –
all those old cliches, building bridges,
building bigger tables, building love
when all we ever build are walls
and maybe it was never there –
maybe I’m yearning after something that I never had
and never lost.
Maybe it’s angels that I miss
or fair-faced elves, or fairy folk, or something else
to take away the isolation.
I’m struggling here. What changes?
The world, or me? or just TV?
Whatever. I miss you, James T Kirk
and all those heroes, flawed, but reaching
for the stars.
TheEarthwealprompt this week is “solastalgia” – homesickness for a vanishing world. I’m not sure about nostalgia – do we miss the world as it was, or ourselves as we were? Anyhow, this is my musing on it all.