I never used to think I could
become a Jedi Knight,

that Yoda even existed on
a screen was unfathomable,

small hero with big ears,
fierce teeth, and what was

the force anyway? But that
was before I learned George Lucas

was Buddhist Methodist, the way
we all are something inside,

waiting to be revealed, like
Plato’s Cave said, and here

I am on a Friday night writing,
a quiet Sabbath, blue ink

lightsaber in my hand.