Space Explorations to Solve Earthly Crises

[Dave]

It's cold in the yard

I don't know where to start

Everything is already tattooed somewhere

The real world doesn't want us in it

Everyone else knows how to swim

But how could you drown us?

Bouyed by the wrath, and the air is thin

There's some halt in the way that things seem to work here

[Chris]

The sun’s radiance reaches us in eight minutes but given it's age

Given the ever expanding nature of the universe, somewhere

Four and a half billion light years away, its solar winds are breathing fire for the first time

It's flares dancing through the dark to awaken the worlds at their birth

Is our being this buoyant?

Is some celestial observer watching us through a series of glass lenses and mirrors

Jotting down notes of our yesteryears

Maybe of his flight across the country from the place he called home to the place I’ve always called home?

If so, on what star, on what precious rock, does his life still shine?

I’ve been tinkering with lead pipes and gunpowder

Aluminum frames, fein saws and soldering irons, steel

A fishbowl from the attic, my astronaut’s helmet

Winter gloves, snow boots, and overalls over a wetsuit to stave off the cold

A notebook of his thoughts to stave off the loneliness

Infinity didn’t feel like anything until I was among the stars, searching for something that I had loved and lost

Let us hope that the duct tape holds

And that my misguided science and memories

Of his crooked coffee-stained smile

Can lead me to a place

Where his light still illuminates the days