Overture to a space rock opera

I want to find a meteor half buried

near the one pine cone squirrels

have not yet torn apart in my backyard

I want to hold it in my hand

look for a shipping label to see

whether it came from infinity or beyond

I want to read the searing Spock left

in the form of a poem

Capt Kirk could not decipher or corrupt

I want to explore the inner universe

unearth tombs of those who came before

find meanings we lost along the way

I want my porch to serve as a portal

where space ships dock

just outside a wormhole

9-17-22