The dishwasher hums a mechanical tune,
Hanging out in the kitchen, neither gal nor dude.

Atlantis, suspended, stretching ISS’ CG,
Silent symbol of glories both hard and easy.

Ceiling tiles,
Heat tiles,
Ground wires,
Ground crews…

Shadows swirling in orbit,
Getting ready for slumber,
Looking busy on CCTV.

DPS, ACO, MMU,
Muxes and demuxes,
Banners and patches,
Lanyards and ties,
Earpieces, monitors,
Shuttle flight control team on full display.

Cleaning crew and sandwiches –
Cameos in support roles.

Tin cans in space,
Hardened modules in the hot sun.

Cats sleeping on sofa,
One snoring,
One dreaming of
Chasing mice rather than tracking solar arrays.

A study in blue.

Faces caught on camera –
Close the port or open the port?
You tell me.