Build Me A Spaceship

Build Me A Spaceship

Imagine the vantage point of earth

from space: Sphere of swirling whites hovering vibrant greens and blues,

bordered by browns and abyss of black barely seen by the mere airplane pilot

who to me is pretty awesome already and who

spends more time with the sun than those of us

below the clouds

Is his the big picture?

Something in me says Nay, there’s more

Jealous of astronauts

Who’ve taken the journey

Fraught with risks, of course—

Even this field has its martyrs—

They’ve defied gravity

to experience things

the rest of us only simulate

in our virtual-reality ways

Glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling are: playful, fun

Planetariums and nights out with aurora borealis are: insightful, romantic

With feet planted firmly in the ground

I crane my neck to look skyward

Ah, yes, I can somewhat make out

that constellation

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God said

All Things Are Possible With Me!

and I Will Prepare A Way To Do What I Ask!

Ahem,

He wants me to fly to SPACE?

Some distant planet’s waiting to be explored

inhabited

discover new moons and stars and

Life

my new life there

in some galaxy that is light-years away

only visible through a telescope and oh, man, my lens is cloudy

[Here, let me wipe that for you]

Contemplating the universe,

Earth suddenly seems: so secure, familiar

We’ve been here for eons

It’s the only world I’VE ever known

Hey, I have roots here

You want me to do what now?

[Deep breath]

So. Help me build the spaceship
Clearly I can’t fly. (That parachute I tried making out of a bag as a child was a real flop)

All previous methods of transportation have

failed to get me there.

Okay—I say Yes.

I’ve done my research and I just need

a little spaceship to travel

You say

It Is Possible! Well,

Pissible Possible!

That freaking spaceship is a metaphor for a cosmic chasm that does exist!

And a metaphor can’t carry me a single step

So, Lord, what the heck on earth do I do?

Enjoy the Odyssey, Dear One.

3.7.2012