Looking out my window
I see the moon craters
Choppy and crumbly
Rocky and stumbling
No one is out walking
They like their skin
It is very cold
No words can describe
Why are we here
Whose idea to colonize
How long will fuel last
Will the engines start?
We are told to not worry
Very easy to say
I am one of eight
How many miles from home
Or from the earth station
What direction is up?
Are we still online?
Have we heard from Houston?
They are still celebrating
The president is happy
His first positive accomplishment
He is happy with his ice cream
We have three days here
To see how we survive
One of us is sick and the
General Doctor is stumped
The handwriting on the wall
Is not encouraging
We are down to seven
The body is shrink-wrapped
Beyond the craters is water
The sun glares in a blinding way
The dead one was the chief engineer
A rescue ship has been lifted
Houston has come to life
They can zero in on us
Save us from an ill fate
It is not over yet, but we have hope
Stanski
February 5, 2022 ^
Steve Haarman 