I can't get to our laptop this week, so this post has been quickly written up on a public library PC. Normal service will be resumed in a few days and then I'll be able to get round the blogs I usually read. Unfortunately, I'll probably miss the Poetry Bus this week, too. In the meantime...
Scifi Sonnet 3
News from Pluto
Something's about to happen. I'm not sure what.
I've watched for long enough and, yes, I get
Impatient, as the months slip by. And yet
This is important. In a way, I'm not.
Earth, erratic, crosses the ecliptic;
By day, the sun's scarce bigger than a star:
It makes you realise just how small we are.
Will I get home? I must be realistic.
Gravity's low. Perhaps my bones grow thin.
I jog the corridors, try to keep fit,
But face the fact (there's no escaping it)
I have become this waiting game I'm in.
One day, it'll happen, I've no doubt.
Exactly when, I don't know. I'll find out.
4 years ago