Even if you were not born yet

the matter from which you were made

is in this picture


and I cannot decide if this means

that nothing really matters or that

everything matters.


Sunday morning silence.


Self-imposed solitude

contemplating an unaccompanied cosmonaut.


Left in lunar orbit

to keep the systems running

while Armstrong and Aldrin are Moon-bound, Glory-bound

Collins loses all communication with the Earth

and takes a snapshot.


No earthly loneliness could match such isolation

and yet

sometimes I feel like the sole survivor of a mission that failed

and I never even got the chance to walk on the Moon.




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Spangle McQueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield UK.