Victoria Crater on Marsthe force of water
the measurable weight of it
the predictable expansion at a
predictable temperature, say zero celsius,
cracking enclosed spaces, opening fissures, slab
fracturing rock, wearing down as rain,
millennia of this, and the whole shape
of a world could change

what water means,
what even a single drop
could mean to us sitting over tea,
sipping our news, hot

each single drop
accompanies
a tide

Copyright © 2007, M. Frost

Image Credit: NASA/JPL/Univ. of Arizona

M. Frost lives in the D.C. area and studies in Baltimore. Her speculative poetry has appeared in numerous journals, including Star*Line, Strange Horizons, The Martian Wave and Paradox. Please contact her through her website: http://www.mfrostwords.com.