Escape to a Galaxy Far Far Away

A poem that describes my escapism with the movie Star Wars

ESCAPE TO A GALAXY FAR FAR AWAY

The silver screen fills my imagination.
Three scrolling paragraphs begin the adventure.
A farm boy and his mentor,
a rogue and his beastly friend
set off to rescue a captured princess.
Blasters, spaceships,
“That’s no moon!”
Light sabers, evil empire,
“Great shot kid! That was one in a million!”
How many times have I watched this movie?
It doesn’t matter.
Here my world is grand, exciting, and safe.
Here in the cool, dark, and comfortable theatre,
with my soda and popcorn.

My Sand People
aren’t trying to tease and hurt me.
My Imperial Officers
aren’t telling me how horrible my class work is.
My Owen and Beru
aren’t here to yell at each other.

The credits roll.
John Williams’ Orchestra gives their send off.
There’s another showing
and another showing afterwards.
Thankfully I can stay awhile longer
with my friends
the princess, farm boy, and rogue.