Photograph by Jonny Lindner
The little ships fly off and disappear like the seeds of a dandelion head
carrying with them the wonder and dreams of the people left behind.
The stars hang overhead at night like the trapped seeds of another dandelion head
perhaps holding another people’s hope, also trapped in amber.
We watch one rocket after another disappear into the void, follow their progress
like the faithful in church, unable to do anything but hope
unable to help, or even close our eyes and just leave the room, forget.
When a ship blows up or drops out of orbit or just disappears,
there is no recovering from those dreams.