The Spacewalk

By: Cole Wilson

Hadfield gazed out the small glass window,
a portal to home.
Through the opening, an inspiring sight,
the bright sunlight shone.
Swirling colors, pushing to the horizon,
a palette of aquamarine,
And through the dappled cover of clouds,
a deep forest green.
The distant surface hurtled past his feet,
long miles away,
And while his hand clung to its tether,
his body did sway.
Hadfield, in awe of his interstellar roam—
cried a single glistening tear, Alone.