Transport

by Julian Bernick

I need transport to Gretel 14

Out on the edge of the Smoke Galaxy;

Winging my way with winking lights

Along my tail, surrounded by night

With lights along my tail and all is night.

There to lift a sword of ice,

Andromeda above our eyes,

With blue sand pooling on our boots

And clouds within our plastic suits.

With silver vapors in our plastic suits.

Have you seen the bright blue plain?

I long to see that dust again

That living storm of azure ash

That eddies Gretel’s surface like a lash

That strokes the skin of Gretel like a lash.

Who would leave the warmth of home

And the comforts of the climate dome,

To risk their neck between the fires

That we remember from our dreams as stars?

We risk it all between those silent fires.