Watching the Apollo rocket on TV.
The age of space travel surrounds us.
Up on the attic stairs, I wondered:
Why all this?
Everyone is transfixed by the sight,
the almost still object
on the TV screen
The Apollo rocket,
Blazing to the moon.
Watching it is boring,
since it seems to be moving SO slowly.
Although we know,
It's really going incredibly fast.
It could even reach the moon!
And we're here to witness it!
I sat at the top of the stairs wondering,
Is this all there is?
What are the odds, this life
is more than a tiny
in a cavernous, huge universe?
Thoughts, planets, rockets, time...
Here I am. Why? Why this?
I still feel compelled to question.