"I AM AN ASTRONAUT" by Rose Egelhoff
I am an astronaut on my way
to Mars where all the rocks are red.
I float in fuzzy static space
blurry-edged in my tin foil home.
Flying from my old blue home
the void howls, don't look my way.
Eyes closed, the sun still stares hot red.
I press and squirm in the narrow space.
On Mars I’ll have a world of space
A hot new rock to call my home
I'll shed the tin shell, move a new way
soft tilted steps and the shadows blur red.
But I don’t see that pinhole flash of red
my beacon in the big of space
my almost-home,
smallest light to light the way.
Without a way, can the red glow of space
be home?
