October 20, 2019Astrosisters
On the Earth that passes beneath, leaves brighten,
nova-like, in the cooling air, and young girls ready
their costumes for Halloween. Growing bones step into
flight suits with embroidered names, transparent globes
frame buoyant faces freckled with stars. Miles above,
two women navigate the Space Station in weightless
calm, their voices tethered to the woman in Mission
Control who talks them through each task, each
measured step to power the solar arrays. Like the pace
of this spacewalk, we have come to this moment
slowly: when the women do their work in the universe
and their male crewmates look out through the glass.
As the astrosisters climb their way back into the airlock,
Girl Scout troops are rapt with attention, teenage girls
in physics class follow the live stream on the miracles
of tiny screens in their palms, and the little daughters
not yet in school watch as the hatch door opens. And
where once there was darkness, now there is infinite space.
from Poets Respond