Water on Mars

As natural elements and human emotion intertwine, one man and woman cross paths on their day's journey.

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Lyrics:

(I am)

staring at Lake Michigan,
and drawn to the horizon.
It connects sky to lake to land
like some great hyphenation.
So blurry, hazy, undefined,
someone colored outside the lines.
It’s not a smudge, oh certainly,
but some great possibility.
Too planned, too perfect to efface,
the lake serenely as a page.
A wave, a blink, a brief distraction
interrupts.

All the verbs don’t
do enough
to move things into place.
Don’t look back.
Can’t dwell on
wasting a beautiful day.

(I am)

sitting on a bench alone
in Iowa, and spacing off.
Fall drops like heavy curtain.
Summer packs up all its stuff.
Just then my foot turned in the dirt,
and in this moment I was sure
the crunch of earth beneath me now
explained everything I had found—
discovery, a bit of reason, change of mind, a change of season—
Evidence of life on Earth, I’m sure I’m sure!

All the verbs don’t
do enough
to move things into place.
Don’t look back.
Can’t dwell on
wasting a beautiful day.

Straight lines
Black ink
All rocks
Don’t sink
Rest up
Go out
Sit back

It’s raining here in Illinois.
The wind pulls like a tether.
Still not sure where I should go.
Maybe I'll follow the weather.