I will not take the oath! from Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season 2, Episode 20: The Emissary Haven’t you heard the first rule, Worf? You never say I love you on the first date. Or at least, you never ask for forever after the first mate. We’re all here circling around one planetary orbit to another, just trying to find our own place in the farthest ends of the ever infinite worlds. I know, you’d say, “tlhIngan jIH” but there’s something holographic in me, something in you, in all of us, that flickers as blood drips down from her palm to your arm. I get the impulse. When skin is to skin a pulsar I too would tilt my head up to the sky and growl. I’d want her to stay with me. To slay our enemies and then draw our blades at the other’s throat before we growl. Haven’t you heard, Worf? Of the slow game: love poetry’s fullest flowering in the great expanse of untrekked space. So human is trust, we inevitably orbit back around.
© Manahil Bandukwala