a thousand smiles
was your launch
of wooden tea-sets
and timber toys
a boxfull stuffed with worlds
you shared before I know yours
blasted full of worry:
appliances which burn
and books which tell too much
of the origins of gravity
and the squaring of distant masses
of objects return to earth
no longer having meaning
but lost identities
like laughter your thrust from earth
from where I´m
now encased
like the joy of little girls
who have no sense of rockets
but regard
the twilight of the firmament
and birth a reckless smile
which shoots
and then is seen no more