Flight over Tiger Ice

 

High above the growling Tiger Stripes

a fragile metal butterfly closes up

its frightened eyes and waits

for the first hissing kiss of vapour on its face.

Beneath its outstretched wings

tide-tugged ice screams out and sings

a song of oceans, deep and hidden,

home to who-knows-what? And little

by little Enceladus grows larger,

Cassini charging onwards, reaching out

with all her senses, her camera lenses

glinting in the ice moon’s frigid light

while here on Earth, awe-struck by the sight

of diamond-dust crystals gushing into space,

we can only sit and wish that we were there…

 

(c) Stuart Atkinson 2008

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