Mars Tomorrow

No way to know, just playful imagination.
What will happen when
we reach Mars tomorrow?

So many years searching, looking, guessing.
People trying to reach, dying while reaching--
all to explore more of Heaven.

Such an intense, sprawling secret. Guesses at best.
(I think there are little green critters up there.
Or maybe an Olive Garden.)

Whether we see markets or stars,
a biting, empty echo...

It's the metaphor of what's in store.
For us all.
A future, poetic or puddled.