Astronaut is the Latin translation of “star sailor”.
I think that’s very poetic.
I am not an astronaut but
I work for NASA.
My eyes follow blips across
the black void of a black box
and from my mouth into my headset
drip monosyllabic directives.
Still, I appreciate moments of poetry just like any other man.
Yes, I work for NASA
here in this place we call the Lone Star State.
Not so long ago there was a day.
not unlike this day
on a planet no bigger
in this ever-expanding universe
than the gravy stain on my work shirt.
And on this day there was a moment.
I have read that by Rabbinical reckoning
a moment is 43 milliseconds.
This moment may have been more.
But I made a note of this moment in my log,
because there was a big smile slapped on your face
and your teeth were shining with spit
and there were something like stars in your eyes.
Waterloo, January 15, 2009