Reaching the moon seemed inevitable.
Like growing up.
I like the comparison between reaching the moon and growing up, perhaps like our county too? I wonder often, too, like why were we so eager to reach, to reach and to plant a flag and then poof. Nothing for 40? 50 years? What other discovery, what other invention was put on hold for that duration?
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From: Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tue, Jul 30, 2019 3:34 pm
Subject: Moon sonnet
Reaching the moon seemed inevitable.
Like growing up. Never been there before
but no reason to think it a fable.
So how did ‘Never cease’ become ‘Shut the door’?
Grounded on the plateau of adulthood,
where did it go, that impulse for take-offs?
You’d think we’d reach for the stars while we could
but our systems shut down like stifled coughs.
We sputter into being, look around,
experiment, accept, reject and surge.
Then lose that looseness; once gone, never found
The flagpole lists - light and dark will not merge.
Armstrong’s dry footprint in moondust still lies
Who the hell knows just what it signifies.
Alternative closing couplet:
That’s one small step, announced Armstrong back then.
Mr Withers in class: Now back to page ten.
bw
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