Poetry for Engineers: A Martian Rover Sends a Postcard Home

Executive Briefing & Key Highlights

Already, I’ve almost forgotten rain; I know I will never know that again. I move forward with the powers you gave me to live up to my name, Curiosity. This is a land without leaves, fronds, or spines. If there are plants, they are small and supine, dust hidden, like light here, filtered and sand softened, at home in the thin air, thousands of motes so small they seem to be fluid, more fog than fir