Teleportation

In one single moment

all a person’s cells and memories

can detach and reassemble

in another place,

in another time.

I’ve witnessed it.

I’ve done it.

And I am here to tell about it.

It’s not an easy thing to do.

Men can do it.

Women are more likely to do it —

something about childbirth,

something about pain tolerance,

historically speaking.

The misconception is

teleportation happens in an instant.

To watch someone, blink —

poof.

A cheap parlour trick.

No.

It takes skill,

energy, and soulful purpose.

A deep, guttural sound

ripping the heavens above.

One day you look in the mirror —

days, months, years have gone.

Something’s changed.

You are still you,

but your cells have taken a beating

from all that travel.

And your memories are a little fuzzy,

bumping into hardships along the way.

You’ve teleported

to this day,

this very spot,

in front of the spotless mirror wall.

seeing clearly, the new you.

All the King’s men couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty together again.

Maybe he’s still teleporting.