Tart Cherries on Mars

I'd like to understand more about
this century, like how they found
tart cherries on Mars. Or how they
removed a mule from the subway tracks
under the East River yesterday.
Alone, but not bereft, I wash clothes
and put them into tight and neat stacks.
It is always morning somewhere. Windows
flicker with television light.
On this planet we use chairs
to provide relief from gravity.
When water comes out of the spigot
it goes "down" or what we think
of as "down." Just because the sky
is ridiculously blue doesn't mean
there aren't stressful situations
behind the vivid scrim of atmosphere.
We're looking out not up.