I hold
soil, earth from where
Spaceport America
will soon be a reality--
starstruck.

Takeoff,
you grit your teeth
and wait for sedatives
to sink in.  A clear blue sky now
turns black.

Weightless,
discomfort gone.
Above? below?  her soul
and view filled with serenity--
earthstruck.

Our dreams
pull us to the
star-freckled sky.  Our drive...
will it lead to exodus? Or to
explore?