Watching the 50th Anniversary Edition of Star Trek, Drinking Coffee, and Thinking I'd Rather be on the Enterprise Instead
Not that my sofa seat wasn't comfy or the brown liquid
in my cup warm and faintly sweet.
Never mind that the bridge was constructed of cardboard
and blinking Christmas tree lights.
I believed the beeps and tweets to be a fully functioning on-board
starship navigation computer.
With Kirk at the helm and all his men arrayed around him, it was
Uhura, in her skimpy uniform
with the black boots and tights clinging to her like a second skin,
who stood out, even when sitting
with her back turned, busy doing her own thing of monitoring
whatever high speed communication
was coming in, a space age earphone plugged into one ear,
accenting her exotically coifed hair.
When she spoke, everyone, and I mean everyone attending on the bridge,
Kirk included, listened.