Upping

 

Above me,

There is blue because of

Prismatic sun and sky

Whites and greys of cloud

The fuzzy upper parts of atmosphere

Satellites, space junk,

And we are clear

 

Wave by the space station

Understand magnetic fields

The cooperativeness of gravity

Our friend Diana’s hunting ground

Silver against sunlight

Black lines of craters

Glints of visitation

 

A comet or an asteroid

Meteors abound

We have passed the little prince

Upon his planetoid

 

Free of all Lagranges

We’ll have to negotiate

New deals with

Space merchants

Who keep the wildness of space

At bay

 

We can go beyond them, though

Where only rogue things move

Without the plan

Or any obligation to

Civilizing fields

It is the mind of God, I guess

The apple of an eye

Untethered Eden

The source of anything

To dream

 

C L Couch

 

 

note

 

The English teacher in me wants to say

Warning (like a sign)

There are allusions here

References, too

Or simply enjoy the words

And to my honor and my gratitude

 

 

Di Artwork by Brian Thieme, File by Aaron Price – Citizen Sky web site http://www.citizensky.org/content/media-room, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7654896