crater fields forever

by s.c. virtes

Roads connect

the old craters

like dotted lines

between the clouds

hinting that there

once were places to go,

fish to catch,

time to be great and small;

Now smoke and shadows

fill the cracks of

Enceladus.

A dandelion

pushes up through

the crust of ash

demanding attention ...

once called a weed

now a yellow ray of hope

begging the Sun

to come out and play.

No eyes remain

to witness this tiny

miracle.