Weightless
Floored by a rocket's phenomenal thrust,
fueled by unquenchable space wanderlust,
hydrogen, oxygen liquid combust,
aloft, horizontally fire.
Tangentially aimed, yet Earth's grasp is enthralling,
her curving withdrawal allows for free falling
and inside the capsule, so gracelessly sprawling,
are voyagers of weightless desire.
poem by Diane Hine
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