Spacefairing Stranger Words by Rich Brown © 2022 TTTO Wayfaring StrangerI am a poor spacefairing stranger, The seas of space do not suit me. But my home planet fell to danger: A change in climate boiled the sea. The genes I bear are my forefathers’, A thousand years, I’ve flown through space. Fly from my dead world to another, I am the last one of my race. I fly to buy my kind’s survival, My treasured coat safe in the hold. That which I’ll wear upon arrival, Just as I wore in days of old. I’m going there to be a father, And once I’m there, I’ll sail no more. ‘Til then, I journey ever farther, To a new home on a new shore. The star called Sol — my destination, There I will land on planet three. A place ideal for procreation, One-quarter land, three-quarters sea. I’m going there to find a mother, But humans don’t live centuries. As each one dies, I’ll wed another, My children all will be selkies — Our children all will be selkies.