Welcome Home From Mars – And I’m Still Not a Martian…

Martian
Courtesy of NASA

 

Terra Firma

Oh how I’ve missed your trees

Harsh winds and warm breezes alike

Grasslands and mountaintops

Farmlands and the setting sun

To take a step, and then another

Without any encumbrances

No pressure suits or sealed helmets

Security setting turned to off

Nothing here on earth to fear

Wide eyed I’ll stare

Without radiation fears

And if I tear my trousers, then so be it

I’ll mend then

Instead of dying of suffocation

And a landscape in any color

Except Martian red

A place where things grow unassisted

Water flows from underground

Life and sounds from all around

Deep breathing

Just because I can

Oxygen isn’t rationed here yet

Nor is anything else

Like pets or children

Families in space aren’t permitted

Not in the plan

To sleep without worry

Limbs twisted beneath mounds of blankets

And perhaps a partner

The touch of another warm body

Warmth of the sun

A bonfire in the backyard

Falling leaves and gnarled branches

Changing seasons

And rain

Leisure time that remains unscheduled

Even in a Martian storm

Solar flare, or asteroid drill, or worse

Every moment was fraught with peril

Iron oxide dust storms

Tawny skies

Unforgiving geography

Inventory and innovation

Problem solving meant the difference

Life or death

It’s no way of living

I’d call it survival at best

And then the journey

Days turn to weeks

Weeks to months and then years

And the cold never ends

Life searching for life

For minerals and water

Fame and fortune goes to the adventurer

That’s what the brochure said

A six year tour

Most of it spent on the ride

Realized that all I wanted to see

What I needed to see

Could be found through a telescope

Preferably from inside

With the heat turned up

And the windows open…

 

Author’s Note:

There is always talk about human beings leaving earth to visit or even colonize other worlds; with Mars being the closest, maybe it will be the first.  One angle no one ever talks about is what those early colonists will miss; that is until now.

 

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

3 thoughts on “Welcome Home From Mars – And I’m Still Not a Martian…

  • January 22, 2019 at 4:44 AM
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    I can’t imagine a life without trees. All the things on Earth you so well described are often taken for granted, given no thought. A six year stay on Mars would certainly make us appreciate life here a lot more. Your poem is a real wake-up call, Ralph. Well done.

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  • January 26, 2019 at 11:55 AM
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    I thoroughly enjoy Sci-Fi poetry and hope you continue to fill these pages full. Thank you Ralph. Jamie

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  • February 3, 2019 at 2:55 PM
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    Wow! The kind of poetry I like, and what a topic!

    One of the things all the moon-walking astronauts noted was the awesome desolation, and Mars is equally desolate. The Moon walkers were very appreciative of the wonders of Earth and were glad to return. Coming back from Mars may not be possible for years. I imagine that many will be unable to tolerate it.

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