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03/19/2013 09:58 am ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

Poem: Europa

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Image courtesy of Nicole Dextras

Europa

Even while surrounded by ice,
there is buried water not frozen,

never freezing. Floating in the dark
brine, sealed off from humans,

microorganisms, mouths full of
saltwater cud. A scientist learns

this, hollers out, delighted. Rejoice:
even in the most inhospitable places,

life. Rejoice: for this means that
out on Jupiter's icy, smooth moon,

maybe microorganisms, too. It is
possible we could be less alone.