“Do you want
to travel through time and space?
Do you want
to see the stars?”
she asked.
My time travel needs were modest.
Back a year,
back to my old grade school
would have been enough.
“Have you seen
a sonic screwdriver?
Have you seen
a flying police box?”
Seen, no.
TV at home never
tended towards the fantastical.
Mom had her telenovelas.
Dad, his deportes.
And sometimes we had sitcoms.
I had experienced traveling
on the printed word
to Narnia, Ithaca,
and yes, to Great Britain.
But I travelled alone
an odd bookish brown duck
used to floating
across imaginary ponds.
And sometimes we had sitcoms.
I had experienced traveling
on the printed word
to Narnia, Ithaca,
and yes, to Great Britain.
But I travelled alone
an odd bookish brown duck
used to floating
across imaginary ponds.
“Do you want to travel together?
Do you want to meet the Doctor?”
“Who?”
We turned to local PBS channel.
I didn’t mind the odd effects
and the villains
that looked like militant pepper shakers.
I traveled
with a companion that afternoon
and later, several other times
by myself
to the present
when my children were big enough
so I could ask them,
“Do you want
to travel through time and space?
Do you want
to see the stars?”
Do you want to meet the Doctor?”
“Who?”
We turned to local PBS channel.
I didn’t mind the odd effects
and the villains
that looked like militant pepper shakers.
I traveled
with a companion that afternoon
and later, several other times
by myself
to the present
when my children were big enough
so I could ask them,
“Do you want
to travel through time and space?
Do you want
to see the stars?”
You never forget your first doctor
Song Choice: It's Time by Imagine Dragons
This poem was created for Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribblings prompt, Meme Madness.
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