When I get to Saturn,
Feet as sure as stars,
I’ll cry out in a voice,
Not a blemish or a scar,
“I’ll do it right this time”
No mistakes or misspelt words.
I won’t forget my backpack,
Cut my sandwiches in thirds.
I won't hurt anyone like I did in the last place,
This orbital acquittal for my crime.
I’ll love the right people, in the way they deserve.
And I’ll hold them for the right amount of time.
See, Earth is a write-off for me
I just did it all wrong
I tried until I bled and shook
This desert’s where I belong
I’ll wear this ring like a holy chaplet
My sins ice, dust, and rock
My memories sullied yellow
I leave them past the airlock
My mistakes can't reach to Saturn,
Though their fingers are thick and strong
I can’t break anyone from here,
My arms just aren’t that long.
There are no decisions here to fail,
No stanzas left to rhyme.
Just me and all these moons saying,
“She’ll do it right this time.”
This poem is about hoping for another chance in another world