From Mars

 

So many vision seeds
fallen on stony ground
but in this case – blink –

and the planetary module, million-
dollar-sweet metallic kit

wakes up to find itself
bedded down in a red grit desert

with a star-pocked rock, a bit
of rough ... Think, if all of a world

could be, at that moment, pure dumb
found attention, unsoiled by the slightest

recollection of the long
fall through the night
before.

 

RETURN

 

Poems © Philip Gross