Hints of methane taunt the air
provoking passing probes to stare:

released from creatures in the sand,
or sources more inert and bland?

Theories range from melting ice
to speculations less precise.

Slowly rovers excavate
while satellites ground-penetrate
sifting sampled dirt for signs,
some data set that redefines
exclusive views of life on Earth
suggesting blessings of our birth
were neither flukes, anomalies,
nor passing curiosities:

creation writ in cosmic plans,
the Universe not merely man's.

Methane © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: May 14, 2019