On First Looking Out of NASA’s Rover

Much have I imagined the arcing vaults of space,

   And many fiery launches and cold orbits seen;
   Round the darksided moon have I been

And raised a flag above Tranquility base.
Oft on one Red Planet would I place
   Dreams of deep-brow’d Bradbury’s Morning Green
   Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I saw Spirit gaze upon our brother’s face:
Then felt I like some sentinel in strange skies
   When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like those at NASA, when the Spirit’s eyes
   Delivered them an image through the stars,
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise–
   ”All green” upon the dusty plains of Mars.

(Apologies to Keats. who would understand)