The USS Endeavor

I saw the Endeavor fly over Oakland enroute to SF, right outside my front door with Lorenzo the mailman. Rockin! We saw, we screamed, we clicked pix, and high-fived each other! Much more exciting than I anticipated—seeing as earlier I had been driving all around town for an hour looking for it. I gave it up for lost. And went home. Sigh.

But as I turned to go inside, there it was, low between the trees, flying piggyback on a 747 right up Highway 580. Flying in slo-mo. Egad, I took three out-of-focus pix, two passable fuzzy ones, and a crisp in-focus photo of the sidewalk and my foot. I thought my mother would've laughed at the folly of it. Then I remembered it was her birthday.

I never expected to be that excited. Like I was a kid. Absolutely thrilling. I did not go gentle... I'm hoarse from whooping and screaming.

I never expected so many emotions all at once. I was sort of ho-hum about it all  until I saw it—then I realized anything was possible—even the stars. 


GLIMPSING THE STARS

While they unwrapped their new iPhone cameras,
my eyes wrapped themselves around an image
of the Endeavor silhouetted against the sun.
And for a moment, I saw the countenance of hope.

Then I realized anything was possible—even the stars.