Sunday, November 27, 2022

To The Moon...

To The Moon...

It's hard to describe how light you feel,
Like that first moment you start to fall,
Or maybe a fast elevator dropping under you,
Like walking across a giant grey-white trampoline,
ALWAYS.

You can throw things an incredible way,
Don't get get me started on the miles between golf holes,
How tall those flag poles need to be not to get lost.

The magnets on the mass driver are strong enough,
We throw arrows full of people and fish all the way to Jupiter's moons,
Even Pluto,
Just on the light of the Sun.

Earth is only three days away,
Unless you're online,
Then a few seconds,
Blue ball in a black starry sky,
Yet we so seldom see.

To busy digging farms and mines,
Deep under silvery dirt,
Busy like bees,
Carrying six times as much honey.

When we swim,
We leap like dolphins,
Soar and dive like swans,
A tidal wave of splash,
Four stories and more the spray rises,
Angelic lightness.

Never leave your suit far,
One break can vacuum your insides out,
Yet we fly.

They had a song,
Long,
Long ago,
"Fly me to the Moon,"
Some old guy with blue eyes sang it.

They say he was one of the stars.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/27/2023