Binary Upset

This is my morning as the sun rises over New York harbor the skyline saying hello to a forgotten prodigal bastard son
a wet street in front of McDaid’s as post lamps light splashing shimmer to pavement
the lonely smoke outside the Pendle Witch
rolling fog over Lake Charm
eyes meeting me across miles of a room
black top and park benches
the 6 year old me staring into the distance
wanting to run off and join the rebellion
knowing there was no place as Alderaan
no evidence of a hokey religion or Jedis
I just knew the world needed them