Space was the final frontier,
so we aimed for the moon,
moved, watching in awe
as Neil Armstrong took a small step
and a giant leap,
watching the event in grainy black and white,
shiny shadows glowing against the lunar surface.
We hoped to travel with Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock
voyaging to new worlds
spreading love and logic, and
making love, not war.
Perhaps, my friends, it is our manifest destiny
to explore, to seek out new life and boldly go—
a galaxy far away, or closer, within
our own DNA.
The invisible world, large and small, made visible
through microscopes and spectrographs,
the depths of the sea, and the depths of our beings
I gaze at the moon, and I wonder if
space was the final frontier.
I wrote a circular poem.