Crossfield flew across the barrier Then Shepardrocketed so high And of Gagarin, and Kamarov before them– What did theyfeel? Not ‘why?’ Truly, there is no Earth membrane We live on a gas-ensconced globe, Separated from space by mere thickness Rotating, revolving and processing Barrelling in lock and roll
Circling a star–in turn racing… Round the galaxy’s massive black hole Itselfshot out from the center Venturing By expansion thus far All this violence in balance Enormous–yet mutually constrained Their motions playing out like ice skaters In a gliding dance of refrain
. . .
Armstrong & Aldrin first walked on Earth’s moon With Cernan & Schmidt, the last two On the face of that satellite ’til next time They did what billions dream to
And yet We’re like fish in a fish bowl Or children confined to a yard The fishes unaware of the oceans! The children of nations afar!
Until a day whence A few more jump the fence— Like a fish’s brief rise from the bowl— To glimpse the extent Of a small world we rent To spy but a limited whole At an old age, now a lonely Earth sage We see the limits of home
. . .
There are trillions of planets Round trillions ofstars Yet those nearby We’ve but seen from afar In our own system: Six-hundred-ninety-two worlds Five dwarf planets Eight, some of us know And four-hundred-sixty-two moons! Places we should go!
Let’s visit far neighbors! The Jovian skies! With more than mere cameras! With human naked eyes!
Like children and fishes Pets chained to rocks Moonshots Are basic, Though great
Thank you for reading. I hope this finds you exceedingly well.
I was born in Brooklyn, in the middle of the NASA Gemini space Program era--which was on course for the Apollo program, aiming to land men on the moon. I watched Neil Armstrong make humanity's first step on the lunar surface. The space program left a lasting effect on me and inspired life-long interest and passion in me.
I was born a little more than 2 years after President John Kennedy was assassinated and a few years before Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated. It was a time of tumult, but better manners, a gentler approach to one another (despite the prejudice being worked on by progressives-) little political correctness, no cancel culture and thicker skin & more opportunity for laughs, a time of fantastic television, austere and fact-based news delivered with brevity and sobriety and much superlatively stylish design. It was the beginning of Star Trek, Star Wars, and a few years on, personal computers, digital watches, hand-held electronic games and movies were still in theaters--not on our TVs--unless they were a little old. People paid more attention to books, from where trust is built with credibility we intrinsically see, competency earned and reflected and facts & expertise. One reason I am not apt to dabble in irrational conspiracy theories is I made many a trek to the local library, to read about stars, planets and astronauts, and to the local bookstore--no longer there--to find my favorite science fiction novels--to either read, or simply marvel at their covers, by Boris Valejo and Frank Frazetta--inspirations that would fuel my later entry into the School of Visual Arts in New York City.
I grew up in Long Island, worked and was educated there until I discovered New York City, then it was on to Boulder Colorado, The Mojave Desert, South Korea and now Japan. I have visited Mongolia, the Philippines, and England and hope to see the rest of the world--and maybe even beyond it.
I teach English as a Second Language, practice secular Buddhism and pay attention to philosophy, astronomy, spaceflight, aviation and human & species rights. I make art, poems and photography--and real friends, wherever I go--when I can.
Maybe our paths will cross; until then, enjoy my writing and pictures, and send me a note. Maybe we can have a cup of coffee someday, somewhere.
Thank you for reading.
I wish you love, peace, joy and enlightenment--sincerely--because you are sentient, and you suffer, too.
Carl Atteniese
Tokyo
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