Close Encounters

One spacecraft landed on the sea
where dolphins gathered. We saw it on TV.
Some even swam aboard before it left.

Another, at the appointed hour,
arrived at the UN.
It was incredible.

They tossed beach balls.
We smiled and tossed them back.
They smiled and took off.

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Waiting

The bird that clings to the branch
in the crashing of the wind and rain,
dreams of no other life,
prays to no imagined god,
but waits for the sun the clouds
daily lay for her.

Alone, orphaned from the egg,
she seeks no solace, or complains.
She is not sad for she is free
of the lust for happiness.
No rights protect her. No duty
binds her to another’s will.

She does not resent the storm,
builds no paranoia from the raindrops.
Water is not a punishment to her,
just as the rainbow, now,
is not the sign of her redemption.
She is a bird and it’s time to feed.

Cheese

We landed on the Moon
and found no cheese.

We went several times
and found no cheese.

But we found rocks
and took some home.

They tasted bad
but we took some home.

They called us heroes;
we called for cheese.

They marvelled at the rocks;
we marvelled at the cheese.