Reach!

A man who looked up at the moon

Was certain he could get there by

Some basket tied to a balloon,

So he decided, “Why not try?”

He’d “get there if it didn’t burst”

Is what it was he liked to say,

But when he didn’t get there first

He tried to take another way.

The moon being his main intent,

What a ballon could not attain,

Made him seek and experiment,

To come up with an aero-plane.

Yet seeing that as well fell short

He kept on trying nonetheless,

And found out in the last resort,

A rocket-ship spelt his success.

Intention was where he began

To get the wherewithal to try

For that which any person can

Imagine—which is in the sky

Or on the earth; he comes between

The goal that is he’s been destined,

Just so long as he finds that mean

To reach for what he has in mind.

So if you look up toward a star

Although it may be over where

It is so awfully, awfully far—

Already you are over there;

Since, distance is the medium

Of whatever you see you want,

And nothing in between can come,

Unless of course you say you can’t.