Astrobiology Poetry
"The First", by Stuart Atkinson
Maybe you're on Mars, inside
or hiding beneath a rock, many rocks,
exiled by the lethal blue-leeched sky
to a world of damp and dark,
A crystalline, Noachian dungeon where
"water" is just a scent and Time runs slow:
one billion sols... two billion sols...
between each breath a billion more...
Comments
These are beautiful words put together in such a way that it makes you realise that we are definitely not alone - it is just a matter of time... I'll watch and wait :-)
Posted by: Debbie Keir | June 16, 2006 1:18 AM