Where there is no up or down
there I’d like to be.
Where even silence has no sound
there I’d like to be.
In my NASA regulation suit,
And second umbilical root
there I’d like to be.
With Earth at my feet
And Mars overhead,
I’d need no chair or seat,
Not even a bed.
I’d like to walk in space
At zero gee.
Tis a glorious place,
And where I’d like to be.
April 8, 1983
Tags: Poetry
