by Robert Wooten
Mars would be the perfect place to begin
to look for water underneath the surface.
It is under something, under my skin.
After we get there, we may find it in
the rocks, when we arrive by outer space.
Mars would be the perfect place to begin.
If not in rocks, it may be frozen
under the soil or in a deeper place.
It is under something, under my skin,
that to find it we may go deeper, then,
going down farther at a faster pace.
Mars would be the perfect place to begin.
But will we become earth’s poorest citizens,
taxed by vast holdings in the Martian race?
It is under something, under my skin.
What next? the chance of oceans deeply hidden,
drillings with the hope of finding a trace?
Mars would be the perfect place to begin.
It is under something, under my skin.
Robert Wooten's poems currently appear in Long Story Short, Voices: The Art and Science of Psychotherapy, Trajectory, Convergence, and The Fifth D . . ..