Mars

Just to have seen that rock, dead or not,
Just to have seen some scenes from that rock,
To have heard from that rock, dead or not,

The whoosh of a thin wind past the mic,
A wind that is not on or of Earth,
Is a pause, a gift, a calm, a help

To feel that there is more than one world,
Than one rock—not just to know, as fact,
But to feel there is more than one world,

Dead or not, and best if dead, or not
Lit with the same rules of life as ours,
Plain bright, bare world, built from its own rock.