Planets

I used to dream of traveling through space.

I'd dream of circling around the constellations and soaring across the night sky with the shooting stars.

I would sit at my window and stare up at the moon imagining myself bouncing around it's surface enjoying the weightlessness.

They bought me a book about the solar system.

I looked through the photos of each planet and decided I would travel to Saturn and dance on its rings.

I told you of my childhood dreams and all you could say was, "that's impossible."

I asked you why and you said, "because Saturn is made of hydrogen and helium."

I laughed at you, always so logical. "Well then, " I told him, "It'd be like dancing on air."