So, the other day I wrote three poems – one was a love poem to the earth, the second was about singing and the third was about filling up the paper with words. However, I have misplaced that piece of paper! Arrgghh! I’m sure it will turn up. In the meantime, I was thinking about Chris Hadfield this morning and I’ve come up with this weird poem.I don’t remember ever wanting to be an astronaut when I grew up I’m afraid of heights I don’t like the idea of being untethered from the Earth and her safety gravity And, now that I’m a grown up I don’t like the idea of spending billions of dollars sending frogs and tomatoes and people in space when we don’t know how Gaia’s systems work and we seem to be raping and choking her to death I do remember wanting to be a rock star when I grew up I wrote a story about running away to Montreal to be a drummer with Cory Heart yes, I was a teenager in the eighties Who didn’t want to be a rock star? Kids want to be astronauts Kids want to be rock stars Commander Chris Hadfield is a Rock Star Astronaut! Which, in spite of my misgivings about the space program, is pretty cool.
Be Lovely to Each Other,