If you reach for the sun
you will find a land of fire
where everything is fuel
every ego, every lie. Your
wings will burn like Icarus-
the diving is final.
If you reach for the moon
you will find a land breathless
where nothing holds you down
as you drift above the ground.
When Armstrong made it home
it was a credit to the hidden-
figures that is, behind
this miraculous ride.
And when we survive this
have a feeling if you will
but know the hidden people
who toiled to bring us through.
They may be in the shadows
of those who reach for suns
but they also pick up pieces
when all the boasting is done.
Anne's mediocre poetry 