Sunday, 25 February 2018

In Training

In a pressurised suit
That weighs eight stone
I sweat like someone
In a desert prison;
Around me
All seems unreal,
A mirage
Or some other vision.

An astronaut
In a Sultanate,
Preparing for space;
I place one foot
Before the other,
Moving forward
With difficulty,
Raising one arm
My face to cover.

We care not whether
There is life on Mars,
For we will advance
This is our mission,
That trained in a cauldron
They call Oman,
We will be ready
To conquer
All opposition.

© David Subacchi

The barren desert preparing astronauts for life on Mars

David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry: First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016) as well as a collection in Welsh: Eglwys Yng Nghremona (2016).