I came from a different world.
I belonged to a different place
where as a young boy
I walked along the beach
on a late summer season, alone
the sun beating on my sandy back
as I imagined the adventures of Luke Skywalker,
Space Ranger, where he flew the skies,
fighting space pirates and all the criminals he would find
as he fought the Star Wars along with his pals Chewbacca
and Darth Vader and Princess Leia and the Micronauts.

I remember that day like it was forty five years ago,
hazily, but I recall the beach,
and the direction, and the air,
and I knew all about Luke,
without having seen a minute of the franchise.

It was a different world then
and I loved it
and I do not know my way back.