Day seven- made it through a week!!  Poem based on an orbitorium (planetarium) we visited in Poland.

Spaceman in Torun

Face blank as a starless night, he
stands sentry above the bolted door.
Schoolchildren swarm like excited ants,
lights flash the darkness glowbug-green.
Semi-adult with childish excitement, the
room whirls with interactivity; lasers
and sounds cut the shadows like lightsabers.
Mute as a mermaid in an alien language,
I stare at unfamiliar words and symbols,
decode accented consonants and still
new words blur into background stars.
It would take 219 x 10 (to the power of) 21 years
to travel to the edge of the universe
by turtle, we discover, and triple-check.
Who would think to, I don't know, but
suddenly I'm hovering in the stars;
Milky Way snaking across the blackness,
a distant spill of cloudy glitter as
I cruise on a reptile's rigid roof.
Leaving the orbitorium, I glance
at the watchful spaceman and smile.
Body of stardust and alien language, yet
another space traveller on the wrong planet.