Bundled and tucked in layers
Of warmth we wade
Through the thick snow
Of the frozen football field
We guide the rocket down
Its cast iron rail towards the
Firing plate and then level
The launch pad
“Do we have continuity?”
One of us shouts
“We have continuity”
Comes the confirming shout
As the countdown rings out
A hush falls over all else
Then a fizz, a phhht, a flash
And our rocket accelerates, screaming
Into the out of
And beyond our realm