with Curiosity humans peered
the scene is desolate
a dry bed of sand and pebbles
water once flowed here
there was life in abundance
now replaced by the events of time
eons of the past brought change
only thin aired breezes whisper
days are burning hot
nights frigid numbing cold
what was before now lies dormant
hiding in deep recesses of rock
adapting becoming resilient
waiting for birthing moisture
and while life suspended abides
the red planet continues its course
until man’s machines disturbed the slumber
awakening the enigmas of Mars
©2012, Donald Harbour
It begins innocuously enough and then the ending made it edgy.
Wonderful work of worded wonder, Donald. Love the title, which carries the thought throughout.
I like the title, the image, the whole poem
Curiosity with a big and little c. Your header pic is intriguing. I wonder about the magnification.