where landscape does
there is a shadow inside each pebble here. no sun
will dare fade our place.
there is water making shape around each pebble sleeping here.
we accept sweet water haze like a river is.
there is a note a tone a harmony performing each pebble here.
lay your ear upon our shallow breath.
there are marching shoeless feet dancing each pebble here.
evenings we drink the sharp edges smooth.
there are hearts where each pebble slumbers here. feel our
pulse the way stone seeds bide their time.
learn your face in the mirror sand. we feast you here.
we are lost water where your shadows land.
there is a bending back, a reaching arm, a pinch of fingertips,
a heft in the palm, your keen eye beside each pebble here.
here, where we gather breath.
do you notice what shadows do? have far strangers
at thirst, become this curving sky?
neil reid © august 2012
Easy, historic, to think of our moon this way. However is there such, as being a love poem to (or with) our kin, farther reached red Mars? Maybe that’s what this poem is.
And remembering the final closing scene from Bradbury’s “Martian Chronicles”, a moment of recognition renewed.
Written for the We Write Poems prompt #118, Far far landings….
Write a poem, howsoever inspired, by one of the initial photo images of the far planet Mars as given us by our new, just landed rover Curiosity. (see prompt for photo image) (or click here for the full size image)