My husband has a friend who is in Russia with his family for the year. He was allowed to write his name in the frost on the rocket along with the astronauts going up to the space station. He was always fascinated by outer space. His name was launched in the frost. Almost as good as going there himself. Another friend talks of growing up with cardboard box rocket ships, he and his best friend traveling to outer space in the excitement of his back yard.
He considers the life of the astronaut:
Notes different rules
In different countries,
For astronauts
For Mission Control.
We never hear about astronauts anymore.
No more trips to the moon.
They are off the usual radar.
No news is good news, I guess,
No one blown up,
Endangered,
Recently.
Only Russians and U.S. citizens
Who orbit the earth together,
Round and round,
Learn each others* language
And acronyms,
Maintain the space station
From so far up
We are not even ants,
Our cities perhaps a dot of light
When they circle by.
They a dot of light if we watch
The night sky
Closely.
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