Love is Blind at the Space Camp Challenge for the Visually Impaired
by Richard Alan Hadley
She asked if I wanted to go to outer space
If our future might be written in the stars
But I’m blind you see
She whispered to me her secret:
We all exist in darkness
light is the real anomaly
Who doesn’t dream of floating weightless in the heavens
to escape the crushing grip of gravity at home
but when we fell back down
at twice the speed of sound
no one was surprised
So I never got to feel the face in the moon
and after all who could ever read the stars in Braille,
even in Alabama
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Richard Alan Hadley is a new poet from the Midwest who finds inspiration for his lunchtime poems in medical and scientific journal articles before returning to work as a pediatric healthcare chaplain. His first published poems appeared in The Purpled Nail and From the Depths. He is set to begin an MFA program in the Spring of 2022.
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Light is the real anomaly…. my favorite line.
Love the idea of reading the stars in Braille.