A Little Imagery Before Bed

Tides of Light

by Robert Garbin

Tides of light wash upon gravity’s shore,

Motes of matter given blessed life’s sustenance,

Tiny steps long forgotten from time before,

Dead and cold anon our ancient utterance.

Columns of gaseous kelp ungulate in seas radioactive,

Pulled round clumps of density that warp,

Night sky made grand and sublimely attractive,

Infinities oceanic symphony for heaven’s harp.


The Sound of Other Worlds

I have a suggestion for the scientists and technicians working on the next space probe to be sent to a planet with an atmosphere or liquid body to study.  Put a microphone on the probe.  Imaging the response they would get from the public viewing images ,or better yet video if possible, when they heard the sound of the probes wheels grinding through the dust of Mars.  How visceral would the experience be if they listened to the sigh a breeze or roar of a gust of wind.  Imagine hearing the soft gurgle sent back from a probe exploring waters underneath the frozen surface of a moon.  Think of the support such recordings might bring from the public for other projects.


P.S. Maybe even send a separate small probe just for that so all the focus can be on the sound and video of exploring planets.  What a documentary those could make.  They even could see about support from media.