[poem] Displaced in Time
Displaced in time, the relic of a younger, smaller universe reaches out for anything that seems familiar. Its family long dead, its language forgotten, its home planet lost to the flaring of a dying star. Strange arms offer to hold it, and it accepts, over and over. It is hugged as it cries after discovering each new loss and over time it comes to know the feeling of those arms. Soft. Loving. Familiar.