6:48 a.m., and leaden
little jokes about what heroes
we are for getting up at this hour.
Quiet. The surf and sandpipers running.
T minus ten and counting, the sun
mounting over Canaveral
a swollen coral, a color
bright as camera lights. We’re blind-
sided by a flash:
launching pad, and so from nowhere,
what the locals call no-see-’ums.
Our A to Z and Back again letter and word of the week are T and Tangible.