Transmission from Jupiter

For the Juno Spacecraft

I made it. Five years puffed like a lung

then collapsed. After so many kilometres,

I thought Callisto would be smiling.

Thought Europa’s beaches would have surf

 

instructors, coconuts frothing with lunar slush.

Isn’t travel always like that? The sky is dark 

but there’s no shade. Has the Red Spot 

gotten smaller, or have I 

 

just grown up? Days are short here,

and when it rains, the sky is a dive bar

strung with Christmas lights. It’s so nice

to get away from life. Haven’t worried

 

about zebra mussels since Mars. 

Siberian tigers, well, that’s harder. 

There’s muscle under all this 

marmalade, and I’ve got a hand 

 

on her flank. We’re going for a prowl

around the campfire. The forest is starry,

eyed. Keep your head in the flames

and you’ll miss us. You’ll miss us anyway. 

Published online April 23 2018.

Claire Caldwell is a poet and editor from Toronto. Her first book, Invasive Species, was one of the National Post’s top five poetry collections of 2014. She was a 2016 writer-in-residence at the Berton House in Dawson City, Yukon, and a 2013 winner of The Malahat Review’s long poem prize. Claire is currently working on her second collection of poems and a novel for young readers.


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This piece was published in ‘The Winter Issue,’ the Winter 2018 issue of CV2.

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