Space Poets

Of those who have gone to the moon, I can name maybe six, including those that stayed behind in the capsule. I was thinking about the astronauts that just watched, monitoring the rest of the crew below, those fooling around on the moon-dust. Perhaps the capsule guys were the ones that had the larger view, perhaps they beheld the greater poetry of it? I suspect there are constellations of astronaut poets, ones that orbit, record, and note the star-travelling scribblings of all earthly watchers. They also are spacemen and women, ones that do not care too much for dust.