In middle school, one of my teachers 
tried guided meditation with us.
We’d lay in the gym with the lights out
and go into a house in our head,
letting us do anything we wanted,
have anything we wanted.

In the dark, we weren’t a class.
We were each a star within a galaxy,
consciousness burning a steady fire,
our own cosmos,
our own little worlds orbiting each other
but never touching.
We kept that little secret to ourselves.