Poetry: Blooms on Mars



I wonder what blooms on Mars
are like
I heard they’re sending a rocket there
with people to fill up
the night sky

If I should go
to become a star
to plant a life in that darkest of blue
among my clothes and food I think
I should like to take
a piece of my garden too

Will the blooms glow bright
like arctic ice
or will they float upwards
in that vertical breeze
will there be rain?
and moonlight too?
or will we make them ourselves
to suit?

I wonder if they
will be so strange
to not be flowers at all, but
something entirely new
and then I wonder too
if we will still
be us


(Image courtesy of Pixabay)