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Worth the Hasselblad
That one photo of a bootprint.
The journey of 240,000 miles
Ended in that one small step.
The camera that snapped it,
Carving that slice out of time,
Remains there; its film extracted,
It was tossed into the dust
Where stars and sun glint
On its upturned lens that
Still faithfully bends the light.
Stripped of extra weight,
It imparts its own gravitas
On the gray rough regolith.
Inverted images play
Of the sky and the days that pass,
And perhaps once in a while,
The ghost of that remote orb,
Blue and white, from whence it all came.
The journey of 240,000 miles
Ended in that one small step.
The camera that snapped it,
Carving that slice out of time,
Remains there; its film extracted,
It was tossed into the dust
Where stars and sun glint
On its upturned lens that
Still faithfully bends the light.
Stripped of extra weight,
It imparts its own gravitas
On the gray rough regolith.
Inverted images play
Of the sky and the days that pass,
And perhaps once in a while,
The ghost of that remote orb,
Blue and white, from whence it all came.
Hm, I'm not sure I get any meaning from this, but it's still quite interesting just from the standpoint of perspective. It makes me wonder at what point this object (and others) will be retrieved and put in a museum, or left where it is in a cordoned off area for tourists to come see. There's a pervasive mood of loneliness and spent purpose but with a glimmer of hope, and maybe a bit of satisfaction in accomplishment? Nicely done.
Who knew in those bold days what would be heaven sent?
Now Ares knows full well what our Perseverance meant.
Now Ares knows full well what our Perseverance meant.