The Moon
is hardly a skip away.
Earth’s mass tugs hard on lunar soil.
Earth’s hearts tug lightly on our hearts.
We watch our home float in the sky
against untwinkling stars…
Onward to Mars!
From rusty landscape
through thin atmosphere
where gravity fades
like an inverse square,
Phobos and Demos,
Terror and Fear,
a pale blue dot
brings tears to our eyes…
Toward Jupiter we rise!
Such beautiful bands.
Such an array of moons.
But cosmic hiraeth,
now unbearable,
homesick,
Earthsick,
from this outermost limit
we must return soon!
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