We've come so far, thought the astronaut
as he swam around the capsule in his third week
and by accident kicked a god in the eye
that there's no difference anymore between up and down,
north and south, heavy and light.
And how, then, can we know righteousness.
And weightless, in a sealed room
we chase the sunrises at high speed
and sicken with longing for a green stalk
or the heft of something in our hands. Lifting a stone.
One night he saw that the Earth was like an open eye
that looked at him as gravely as the eye of a child
awakened in the middle of the night.
This poem is beautiful. I really like the image of the Earth as the eye of a child. At the same time, the poem makes me feel a bit uneasy. Like this poem, also by R. Jacobsen.