Tuesday, June 19, 2012
"I heard them, as clearly as a bird's song."
Her eyes glimmering with certainty, sought credence
in mine. And I hoped my disbelief did not display
what was really on my mind.
With due respect, I doubt.
Could what she heard be true?
But who am I to discount her account
of beings magnificent, celestial, mysterious
with no borders, passports
or even bodies full of matter
impeding their appearance to
whomever they so chose?
Many still embrace conviction,
they say it's fact not fiction
that strange visitors already landed
here, in barren deserts of New Mexico
not that far from where I live.
They say shape-shifters can refuse
communication with us skeptics
who can't see or hear them
while suspiciously we question
We wonder if their goals
are truly serious
enough to really help
the people of this earth
ascend to super-human levels,
traverse galaxies of growth
in frozen moment of creation,
bringing happiness here,
... transporting happiness here.
Smiling, I listened to my friend, so trusting
in whatever she heard, when she was hiking
in the mountains near my house.
All I know with certainty now is
I'm not sure I know what's real.
But it'd be nice to meet some strangers
full of wondrous powers unknown, who can
help us unload humanity's frustrations,
while bringing happiness here.
Surely, they'll bring happiness here.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)