R is for Rocket, S is for Space:
Ray Bradbury

You would show me
The random beauty of distant planets
At moonbreak, exploding with the stars,
Demonstrate the wizardly conundrums
Of fluctuating space and infinite flight.

I would be gloriously bewildered
By the subtle paradoxes
Of time’s twisted arrow,
The lightness of persistent memory
And the power of a butterfly’s wing.

At ten you tweaked my dreams,
Gave reality a subtle shake
Set my mind for a lifetime’s roaming.

And when Miss Wallace asked
What would become of me,
I said: ‘Miss, an Astronaut’.