Titusville Witness
The Time has come, the childhood dream come true.
A boy seen standing at a fence, fingers
intertwined, The tremble beneath his feet, the
thunder that fills his mind.
The Time has come, the dream no longer dreams.
A man stands at the edge of silent, starlit water,
His thoughts reach out across the bay for his
steps can go no farther.
The Time has come, only the residue of waiting
remains. A silent entity, bright light bathes its
pristine face, And diffusing upward, like a
glowing mist, precedes its way in space.
The Time is now, within its metal brest,
A spark gives life to thunderous flame,
And on its trembling shoulders ride up the dreams
of Man.
Written in the days after the launch of Apollo 11 witnessed by my brother and I from Titusville
after a long drive from North Carolina. Fiction until that moment.
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