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I was prompted to write a poem on space; a task I quickly concluded was impossible. Me, I’m no science girl. I’m a silly artsy romantic oeuvre. You won’t be finding math, robots, or satellites in my brain anytime within the century. But, who doesn’t at least try? I drifted online and googled “poems on space”—a boring unveiling that was. That is, until I stumbled on The Universe In Verse. Wow. For hours, I was lost in stars and planets. I even cried watching the animated videos that recited those beautiful poems. It turns out, I am awed by space; I just never stared at the sky long enough to notice. So, I wrote a letter to my future self who is at this very moment—imagine with me, will you—on a trip to space.

Ground Control

Ground Control 

Ground Control to the one who is the

Best thing that has happened to my future

I won’t butter around the slices

I’ll spread right in 

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A futuristic spaceship glint with promise

Weaving around the earth’s globe

Inside, black skin like sepia

Carrier ship brimming with the same kind of pride

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You are swept off your feet

I am grounded in mine

It is a day here, a morning

But you can’t tell the time

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Here, I’ve lived every life I can find

Oceans of blue, fields of green

I dove in, lapped ‘em

Many a swim

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Cheap travels, chance voyages 

Me and our friends made

Many a memory

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Gargantuan creatures I saw

The Masai giraffe, the Blue Caves of Volimes 

Many a awe 

It must pale in sight of what you now sail

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I’m here

But you, adrift, view the Northern Lights

From outside its sphere

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I’m here

But you, adrift, view Antarctica 

From outside its frost

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What you must have felt

Flying through earthlight 

A happiness unpunctuated

No commas question marks ampersands

You are in boundless space my dear

Is everything clearer, brighter now?

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The atmosphere is a pitch black night 

No sun, no moonlight

Andromeda is by your side 

A billion other galaxies howl 

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Fly up to the stars and dream anew

Say a little prayer while you’re closer to His ears

Write a letter to me, your old self, quite?

‘Tis only these I ask as I send you to the world outside

Amife

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