The Space Race

Entry by: tinyfeet&bluebirds

22nd January 2016
If our hands could reach

Listening to the odd man
With the blue shadowed eyes
We dream of Starmen floating,
Opening doors to the other side.

Meanwhile, engines roar, the flames
Of manmade rockets fire and you
Smile at us up there, somewhere,
Beyond the edge, outside the circle.

We hold our breath, count down from ten,
You open the hatch, to absolute emptiness.
Outside encased in your shell, you work
An extra terrestrial repair man. While behind

You hangs, a great blue and green swirling orb
Floating like a marble suspended in space.
Close enough to touch if only our hands could reach.