Planets can wander through space without a parent star

I’d like to meet those empty nest planets out there,

perhaps rifling through the fledglings’ things left behind,

their first big bang and creation artwork, or a crayoned

planet family connected by stick figure hands-

star mothers and fathers on each side, a first puppy

on a milkywayed leash, little meteor at their feet.

Maybe there’s a kinder instructor’s report card stating

“little globulette needs help forming geometric shapes.”

Medals and trophies from orbiting tournaments

now float through the dark night - a string of space trash.

Let my young pulsar grow in her magnetosphere,

yet hold semblances of innocence in plush toys leonid, ursa -

beware the gravity, hunger of life’s black holes,

lean away to the opposite, fountains of white matter.

Ride through space time on energy of mother’s gamma ray,

our magnetic field-the constant solar wind at your side.