From the stillness
on the pad,
to the screaming
and whirlwind rush
to orbit,
those very few minutes
I remember so clearly.
Floating where my eyes
see spectacular silence,
while I hear
my breathing
through the sounds
of the pumps and scrubbers;
to this day, a sound or smell
gets me right back there.
And how small
the problems of Earth
look,
passing safely over giant storms
in moments;
yes, I do remember.
But the feeling that walks with me
every day since,
is not the power,
the beauty,
or technology’s elegant grace;
it was that warm
and pulsing rush,
to find behind the hatch
a human face.
by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
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