Still Life as Rocket: 42
This is the part where the boosters begin
to fall away, & I’m moving so fast
it feels like slow motion.
From here I can see
the blue contours of my journey
against eternal midnight lit
with torches held by unseen hands.
I understand why many choose
not to look—it really does take
my breath away, steers this ride toward
terror & away from thrill. I think of
Joy, Thema, Kerry, Anthony, Phebus. Sandra & those
lynched by cops, satellite spirits
who didn’t reach this orbit alive, how I must
feel the fuel burning & praise them
by not cursing the mirror or clinging
to the rear view and its new
blurriness; dare to comb defiant curls
emblazoned by moonlight.
There is so much still launching
“Still Life as Rocket: 42” appeared in the anthology Still Life with Poem: Contemporary Natures Mortes in Verse (The Literary House Press, 2016) and is from Starshine & Clay (Four Way Books, 2017)