(Photo credit: Pete Morgan-Dimmick)
As the Typha grows
It moves and flows
In a desert with no rain
Our meek existence
Alive at a distance
With a silent, studied strain
We come and go
With the flow
In a liquid form we caught
Oh, Mars it calls
The Red planet sprawls
But for humans
…Maybe not?
When the time comes
And we make the run
From Blue and Green to Red
Our wind-swept tracks
And the weight on our backs
We will have then said:
“Now we are here
With much to fear
But our spirit makes us bold
And in our plain
With dust, no rain
The humans will take hold”
-Josh Borchardt, Crew Biologist/HSO