The LM instrument panels and windows
Flight day three, continuing our translunar coast,
rolling against the sun, barbeque mode
to even the heat load — called “PTC”
passive thermal control
as we float through one last day of relative rest,
routine chores — navigation checks, battery charging,
our course so precise, a midcourse correction burn is canceled.
Yet we feel it increase, the pressure to make ready
enter the Lunar Module, something added to the flight plan.
Without powering it up, we make it ready for the hectic time ahead.
Eagle sleeps; we sleep
— or try to — and an hour into our rest period
we cross an invisible line
into the lunar sphere of gravity.
We can’t sense it, but begin to accelerate,
succeed or fail, toward destiny
The moon begins to draw us in.