Early into the space flight, the spaceship
was engulfed by a raging interstellar
cosmic wind storm that threw the Space
Jittney around like a piece of cosmic junk.
Apprehension gripped my throat, while my
forehead beaded sweat. I wondered if I
would survive this flight, alright?

I enhaled my energy vapor for power, at
this mind boggling hour. Shook-up, I made
sure my oxygen support system was hooked-up.

Before reaching Satellite Callisto,through
the portal, I saw its concentric rings
smooth cracks, where many spiked,
wheel shaped clusters of flowers were
blooming.

Chrysanthemum Pacificum. They were exotic
solar mums in weird symmetry that
aroused my flowery chemistry.

Now I'm heading back to earth and spread the
words of peace, the planet of my birth.