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
Sunday morning silence.
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
sometimes I feel like the sole survivor of a mission that failed
and I never even got the chance to walk on the Moon.
Spangle McQueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield UK.