For Dad
Stand there!
He points.
Myself on tip-toes
Desperate to see.
Eye to the telescope.
He turns dials, flicks switches
All is black.
I can’t see.
Hush now,
Just wait.
The dome revolves,
Gears click,
A door opens to let in the moon.
A crescent on its side.
Eye to the telescope.
Bright blue cold hits my eyeball
Cratered details;
A world away brought suddenly close.
My gasp
Echoes across the metalled roof
Refracted;
Reflected;
Magnified.
A recognition
That I am so much smaller
Than I would like to believe.
TWISTED::COLON 