The day before launch
maybe gone fora year
perhapshalf right
Your last day on Earth
what would youdo?
Robbing the piggybank of time
to spend it onwhat ever you desire
We live in quarantine
a flower by anyother name
that smellslike white collar prison
You know your crew well
they becomeyour second family
I have said my good byes
the hugs aredone
a walk onthe beach
andtime for a good cry
You eat anything you want
No one speaksof this as a last supper
but it is
You time your bathroom habits
do I drink mymorning coffee?
Like a dike holding back the sea
will my diapersurvive
oh themarvels of rocket science
A solitary walk with nature
alligators
cranes
turtles
nosee-ums
decorating my ankles with nasty red bumps
a parting kissfrom Mother Earth
We study like students
cramming for anexam
this time amistake costs more than ten points
Focus on your duties
it won’t failbecause of me
Like Samson’s hair
my family
the root toall my strength
I willreturn
Oh how does one spend your last day on Earth
What would youdo?
Don’s blog also appears at airspacemag.com.