extraterrestrial

it's a crash landing, grasping, grubby

terracotta, chipped plates, flowerpots

and all such unseen alchemies, and —

LOOK, LOOK! — it's a crawl over

blistering plateau, it's a shifting pink peninsula

and — OH, YOU CLEVER THING

IT'S THE BEST AND BIGGEST YET, IT'S

ONE FOR THE JAR, NO QUESTION — it's new knowledge

beyond the home soil, how dry the surface

burns; wait and burn now

then into the cool glass, waiting