Not too long ago I came across this website full of amazing futuristic travel ads to places like the Moon and Kepler-186f.
Naturally this led to the planning of a “road” trip with a friend, set (tentatively) for next summer.
Tin Moon
You might call this a road trip,
except for that one missing crucial element,
the road.
The thing is, roads become superfluous
when Major Tom has lent you his famous tin can,
freshly painted after its long voyage
and eager to make another.
If the path to Jupiter
happened to be paved with cement
and dotted with multicolored signs,
this would be exactly like a road trip,
but as it is, we just have to make do.
You provide the soundtrack
with your trusty ukulele (if you can hold on to it).
A jaunty tune for when
we streak right past our moon,
a melancholy one for when it no longer appears
in the rear-view mirror.
After a while, our vessel settles into orbit
alongside its fellow satellites,
Io and Thebe, Ganymede.
We brought no flagpoles for claim-staking.
Rather, empty portholes to fill
with the sight of a Jupiter-sized light show.
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