I was inspired to write a poem about NASA's new rover "Curiosity" when I saw this image from an article in the Los Angeles Times.
Curiosity Takes a Turn
Arthur C. Clarke whispers from his grave –
Strains from Songs of Distant Earth –
As the images transmit
From Curiosity on Mars.
The robotic cruiser had descended
Onto a barren landscape.
Her mission: to gather data;
To find any possible evidence of life;
To take note of even a distant notion of cellular being;
To employ scientific curiosity at every turn.
True to her mission,
Curiosity began at once
Surveying the undiscovered country –
A land not seen by human eye.
Then turning,
A plume of dust
Registers in the unblinking lens:
An impact cloud upon the horizon.
The mother ship that dropped her in this
Strange new place –
Now scattered remnants.
She records the data:
No way back home.
Nothing left but to proceed as planned
In silent isolation.
Charles Kinnaird
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