Old Astronauts

They remain dead silent

Poet Tim Nolan

Old Astronauts

When they get together now—
they nod to one another—
don’t talk about the pitch
black of airless space—
don’t want to remember
the dust of the moon
in the treads of their boots—
they fall in bathrooms—
just like everyone else—
but from a greater height—
and before their heads
hit the tiled floor—
they float for awhile—
weightless seeming to dance
at the end of a cord—
one of them found
Noah’s Ark—or is just
about to—mostly they 
remain dead silent—
whatever they saw and felt—
lost for generations—it’s that
they were led to believe
they really could escape—
the pull of the molten core
Tim Nolan

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Poem ©2009 Tim Nolan, all rights reserved. Used by permission of the author and publisher New Rivers Press. Film ©2010 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.