In The Dark

Groping around in the dark

Trying to find the parts of you

That have been lost

Here, take my torch

See that you have not dropped anything

You are complete

And have only discarded those things

That you no longer need

Having picked them up in your youth

You now see it is time

To let go of these peripheries

Until the only thing remaining

Is you

Thoughts

This is a shot of a sculpture in Amsterdam from a few years ago. It’s modelled on Rodin’s The Thinker and the gold suit makes me think of the cost of space travel both monetarily and to the individual. It’s been 20 years since I read it but Moondust by Andrew Smith offers a spectacular insight into the price the astronauts paid.