The first man in space
In that one orbit of the Earth,
He must have understood far more
That any human mind alive.
Think about it. Not just the view,
But actually being there:
Above the trifles, the low plod
Of puffed-up order, the slow deaths
In crowds pressed against shop windows.
Above the bile, the pious chat,
The mush of mediocrity.
Above the relevance of air.
Seeing all that really matters.
Like Armstrong later, the sense of
The ordinary, yet unique.
(In the end, he was just a man.)
Of lone conquering, with special
Insight that no one else can claim.
Privilege? Yes, but with a risk
That few, if none, of us would take.
He earned his moment – looking back
At us down here, and wondering.