regret is a red planet

regret is a red planet
and here we are,
on the planet of blue
looking around for something to do.

and something to see.
on worlds in space,
of ice, a trace
in mounts, a face

we are so afraid of being alone

the life we lead
bound by ozone and
concealed, in turn,
by car and office,
home and sighs,
circumstance and lidded eyes,
the compromise of
a million imperfect lies

we are so afraid of being alone

there must be life somewhere
in a canal perhaps
dug as much by lost hopes
as by some alien hand

regret is a red planet-
and will be until we land.