The Ultimate Holiday

The queue was long, fifty or so, Spacesuits donned, ready to go. With wife and son, of ten years old We await our journey to unfold. Earths orbit was good, the moon even better, But Mars signifies the true jet setter. The craft in the hanger, white and obscene Larger than any craft I’d ever seen. The gel like seats programmed to mould, To any shape or form you wish to unfold. And a gravity equaliser on board to boot Working in harmony with your gravity suit. The craft will propel via the repellent field, protected of course by the ships heat shield. No sound detected, no smell of the fumes Until the atomic fusion produces a subsonic boom. It’s 30 days and the orbit is reached Through cryogenic state, our rest is not breached. The planet below is a sight so immense As the shuttles descent keeps us all in suspense. There it is, a majestic city in lights, Incoming shuttles, so many flights. Visors lowered, to protect from the sun Cold to the touch, before the gloves are put on. A city of forests and huge water falls, A man made miracle with customary malls. The ultimate holiday to tick off the list. Human exploration not to be missed. I sense tomorrow is the future- Poetry Contest Sponsor - Sheri Fresonke Harper Date - 8th October 2019