Clyde Kessler, poet and naturalist, lives in Radford, VA with his wife Kendall and their son Alan. Several years ago they added an art studio to their home and named it Towhee Hill. His latest book of poems, Fiddling at Midnight’s Farmhouse (Cedar Creek Publishing), was illustrated by his wife, Kendall Kessler.
Homage to the First Crew Landing
Every ocean fails on Mars
like a sailor tied to an anchor
to steal skeletons from sand
where there are no skeletons.
The sailor’s boot tracks snarl
into online cameos, so we laugh.
We have already forgotten why
Martian water is only eyeholes
eroded from dust-clouds, or why
oxygen is an invisible snake coiled
inside a fire trapped inside scoria,
and its one fire sounds like two
ghosts cradling nothing, and singing.