Utah in a Picture from Mars, in Utah, 19 January 2017

I carefully scrutinized the photograph made near Mars

In which the Americas can just about be made out
On Earth's daylight side, facing what would have been a new moon
Thin as an eggshell, a lace-sliced seashell in daytime blue
That day. Impossible. I was alive that day, somewhere.
One of the invisible infusoria, I now
Was peering, nearsightedly, at my own distant Petri dish.
Then life that would never end, no matter who died, arrived
For an appointment with the death that would never begin
And sighed, tired. I was also alive that next day and night.