Intellects like ours, vast,
cool and unsympathetic,
have slept with angels
in a world without end.
It is not the kind of place to be born in,
with mind-chilling winds
rampaging across a formidable surface.
We regarded the earth,
as our dead crater world
drew its plans against us.
Our neighboring planet was
convinced that we were the
works of intelligent beings.
Even when a life bathed in love,
was beyond our comprehension.
Today we know little -
submerged in deadly
ultra violet radiation,
our psyches pitifully thin.
Us children, like the surface of Mars.
Deep down it may be a different story.
Early bombardment by asteroids is etched on our skin.
The destruction inflicted by the impacts was awesome.
This alone - could have prevented us from flourishing.
Yet here, life got started - but too deeply.
We have struggled to understand.
But it's like travelling inside rocks.
Equipped with robot arms to scoop up dirt and test it for life.
None was found, only gallons of sand, in galaxies of dust.
The definitive answer will await an expedition,
involving a deep drilling project,
in our insignificant corner of the solar system.
Love took hold as soon as it could.
It only needed the right conditions.
