31 August 2012

Small Step.

I'm sure everyone has heard the news that Neil Armstrong--arguably one of the most famous American Heroes ever--passed away this last week. He led the Apollo 11 mission along with the dancing Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins. He walked on the moon, he lived a Science Fiction fantasy--a 139 minute walk on the moon. I've read a lot about Armstrong this last week but I love the simplicity of something Mitt Romney said "The moon will miss its first son of Earth."

Endymion by Roz Kaveney
(For Neil Armstrong)

In her white silent place, the hangings dust,
grey pebbles stretching to the edge of black
so far away. The goddess feels a lack
somewhere elsewhere, an ache deep as her crust

and weeps dry tears. The gentleman is gone
the first who ever called. His feet were light
as he danced on her. Went into the night
quite soon, his calling and his mission done.

yet still his marks remain. Footfalls and flag.
The others she forgets. He was the first
to slake her ages long and lonely thirst
for suitors. Now she feels the years drag

as they did not before he came to call.
Out grief compared to hers weighs naught at all.

"That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."

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