People race to see ‘em
at the aerospace museum …
2, 3, 4, 5 [music plays]!
What is happening, what is happening?
Where are we going?
The sky darkens, thunder rumbles.
Everything seems strange…
I want to go outside and play,
but it’s not happening today!
6, 7, 8, 9 [the horn blares]!
Why is everything so strange?
The clouds descend, rain sings a sad refrain.
Games dissolve in the downpour.
Mud is all around, covering the ground.
None of this makes sense.
Can you see me standing here,
listening to the heavens roar?
Open up the door, and let me in.
I want to see the spacecraft fly …
10, 11, 12 [drum roll, please]!
No more music, no more storm …
All is done / strangeness has won!
About the Author
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry; nominated for the 2023 Dwarf Stars award of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association; winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year. Her bio is featured in the “Who’s Who of Emerging Writers” 2020 and 2021.
