Opportunity 2004-2019

We sent a vision to the god

Of war, but in the name of peace.

Glass and metal, gears and rods

A hope that long outlived its lease.

 

We saw a planet through its eye

No foot has trod; and yet, we walked

Along its tracks on dust and rock

To wonder at an alien sky.

 

Science without heart is null

And so we loved this far-sent bot

Our hopes packed into its hull

Our dreams the thing for which it sought.

 

Fifteen years. And now the spark

That lit the path has sputtered out.

But what it learned and brought about

Will build us wings to cross the dark.

 

We’re on our way. Someday we’ll see

Once more - our Opportunity.