Smiling broadly from the bottom step
from yellow-and-black command ship
my forty-two pound, thirty-seven inch
Neil Armstrong plops dustily down
Successful touchdown,
Tranquility base. Home,
The Eagle has landed.
Perfect timing; his silver-and-black
supply case is depleted, as is he.
Time to replenish, explore local terrain,
relax, recount the day’s adventure
Pausing, he then runs and embraces me
Mission accomplished. For today.
– Mark Lucker
Ponderable polemics, poetic 