Cold and dark already,
before dinner time, the longbus ride up Sierra mountains
leaving you stunned: some years
later, you'd say "bummed out."
Your brothers--gone to suburbia
for high school. Your parents--
no longer in love. Outside--
true darkness of a wilderness,
your neighbor.
Boring homework, an hour
of TV (a single shaky analog channel
survived the canyons), books
in bed. And one night when
you are eleven, semen surges
out of you. The feeling scares, thrills,
and soothes you so much,
the door of a spaceship opens,
you enter, and you begin your journey
to a galaxy of women and orgasms.
You smelled the strange smell
of cum. You lay still in darkness.
If you said anything, you probably
said, "Wow," or "God." And time
and space rolled on beyond the mountains.
hans ostrom 2023
