POEM
OFF TO OUTER SPACE TOMORROW MORNING You can start the Count Down, you can take a last look; You can pass me my helmet from its plastic hook; You can cross out my name in the telephone book – For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning. There won’t be any calendar, there won’t be any clock; Daylight will be on the switch and winter under lock. I’ll doze when I’m sleepy and wake without a knock – For I’m off to Outer Space tomorrow morning. I’ll be writing no letters; I’ll be posting no mail. For with nobody to visit me and not a friend in hail, In split’ry confinement as complete as any goal I’ll be off to Outer Space tomorrow morning.