NaPoWriMo Day 12: Giant Leap

The latest challenge: write a poem about something large. So I chose memories of watching the Apollo 11 moon landings as a child. It touches on how we experience and process life’s experiences ; mine are far from video quality, dolby sound autobiographical type memories; more fleeting impressions and emotions activated by different sensate triggers like sound, smell, and sight; possibly due to childhood trauma, but then again, probably just the way I’m wired! On the plus side – it means the world will never have to suffer my autobiography. To every cloud…as they say.

Fifty-three years ago?
Blurry grey and white haze;
A vintage episode of Dr Who.
Were we woken at dawn?
Allowed to stay up past 9 pm lights out?
Or did we gather in the school hall?
Who knows, when memory’s time zone plays me tricks down the decades
And my mental filing cabinet refuses those extra gigabytes of storage.
A Big, Big, Deal, history in the making
Shrunk down to the essence of ‘Bleep and Booster:’ 
Then…”‘Houston, the Eagle has landed.”
Longest ever silence as time collapses then and now.
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”

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