Star Treck Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

approaching dawn
Captain Kirk
seated at the kitchen-table
spaced-out
faced the double-glazing
steering planet earth
feeling it's mass
slowly turn to face the sun
somewhere people hanging on
and the noise they made
and there with buttered toast
a knife a spoon
and marmalade
the small room
flooded now with light
he held tight
leaned into it's flight
master of it all
to boldly go
thrillingly fast
ponderously slow