Poetry for Engineers: A Martian Rover Sends a Postcard Home

<img src="https://spectrum.ieee.org/media-library/mars-rover-on-rocky-terrain-beneath-stylized-golden-circles-and-wave-lines-on-black-sky.jpg?id=67527268&width=1245&height=700&coordinates=0%2C187%2C0%2C188"/><br/><br/><p>Already, I’ve almost forgotten rain;<br/><span>I know I will never know that again.</span></p><p>I move forward with the powers you gave me<br/><span>to live up to my name, Curiosity.</span></p><p>This is a land without leaves, fronds, or spines.<br/><span>If there are plants, they are small and supine,</span></p><p>dust hidden, like light here, filtered and sand<br/><span>softened, at home in the thin air, thousands</span></p><p>of motes so small they seem to be fluid,<br/><span>more fog than firmament. Shadows, few and</span></p><p>far from here, I know I must go to them<br/><span>to see if they hold order or mayhem</span></p><p>or just another common rock or two.<br/><span>If a machine can miss the Earth, I do.</span></p> Reference: https://ift.tt/HupbhIC