My dad dreamt
of being a spaceman
when he was a boy.

To us
he used to say
he was scared of flying
because huge lumps of metal
were never meant to leave the ground.

But would he then
have gone up
in a lighter type of craft?
Say a glider?

I doubt it.

So maybe it wasn’t
weight he feared,
but challenging
the force
that had kept him
for so many years
on the ground.

Tristan Moss

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Tristan Moss  would be pleased to hear them.