I live in many worlds at once,
my body an anchor
for my soul's wide-ranging orbits.
This familiar Earth feels the weight of my flesh
and the soft press of my feet in the dust.
Yet I am equally able to slip my skin
and walk shadow-swift through other realms,
where fleet stars race the silver ships
or unicorns nibble clover in hidden glades.
Always I know my path as I walk between worlds,
connecting them all with thoughts of gravity.
I watch, I listen,
I gather stories
like so many seashells
from the black beach of space.
When I return to my body,
the worlds I have traveled
come with me, nestling inside
with the fire of uncounted suns.
Whole universes fold themselves up,
branes closing like dragon wings
to fit the hollow of my inner space.
I breathe in, hold them within me --
breathe out, and tell their tales.
I am not merely Goddess but Bard,
whose body encircles the multiverse.