by Jeph Johnson


Can questioning eyes stare from the porthole

watching colors dissolve into monochrome

and still place their faith in a mission control

that's thirty five million miles from home?


Dancing with the stars in space

he choreographs a landing place
His blue planet's gone,

making Mars his home base. 


For a season they wondered what's in store,

but they've seen this play out many times before

in sci-fi films and fantasy folklore.

Memories fade, and transmissions are ignored.


Stares frightened and frozen inside the porthole

are eyes who must now make this planet home.

The paralyzed plight of a mere mortal:

one side hyperspace, one side hyperbole

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2017, music by Christopher Moncrieffe 

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