What Did Neil Armstrong Find? Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

‘Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon, ...’

What did Neil Armstrong find?
When he became the first man to
Walk upon the surface of the moon?

Cow bones. Asphyxiation. No oxygen.
To jump so high so high to die lonely alone.
Dreamers must always chase impossible dreams.
Dreams like pie in the sky gold at end of rainbow.


To jump to the moon
is easier than
climbing to the starry sun.

We burned in the climb
burned when getting
close to the starry sun.

We did not use feathers
attached with wax
wax did not melt
releasing feather by feather.

We did not fall from
flying to close to the sun
we did not crash and burn
plummeting downward to die.


We climbed so close to the sun
we burned burned into spontaneous
combustion body engulfed inflamed
ash pyre rain rebirth as new phoenix.

Dreams dreams are mirror of immortality
dreams dreams of aspiring impossibility
dreams refusing to die perpetually renewing
dream spun eventually into impossible attainment.

God inspired dreams mirror origin creator
flesh bound woven in clay seeks original origin.
God the great eternal scientist, humanity studies
your creation, mimics discoveries written observed.


‘The little dog laughed to see such sport, ...’
Dogs often laugh at dreamers bite their heels
thinking it fun to worry upon bones of impossibility
never learning from past lessons time ultimately taught.

The impossible of yesterday so common place today
dogs enjoy flights in the sky forgetting this giant
bone of contention for centuries could not in sky fly
dogs sit yapping in plush seats poking fun at new bones.

‘And the dish ran away with the spoon.’
Such an impossible marriage not condoned
by society they are so unsuited impossible match
unity of dream purpose makes for strange bed mates.

Knowledge inventions so often produce impossible
marriages of ideas thoughts creativity technology
that cannot attain harmony unity completion defy laws
of gravity bumblebee flies on tiny wings using back-draft.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also ‘Reality Check’.