Making Contact

ContactThe three streaks of effervescent light slip quietly across the night sky

Akin to shooting stars, they contrast the darkness above with their hue

Visual electricity in chromium-ochre, golden-green, and lavender-pink

Tails trailing off for fathoms and fathoms, restless but centering

Nevertheless holding fast in their course of near-earth parallel

Orbiting at an unwavering altitude with speed not imagined

The three beams exchange priority and position without direction

Positional planning near perfection yet each leads and then follows

Magical observations of gathered humankind, trepidation obviously

Calculating the possibility of a pattern in the flighpaths

Awash in waterfall of anxiety, fear, excitement, amazement, and awe

Waiting, holding place in an endless band of human kind, human line

Crowds in cars, tents, telescopes, and people, miles and miles of people

Along the watchtower line of flight that wait, they wonder, they observe

Across Oklahoma, Virginia, Madrid, Beijing, and on ships at sea

The human line circumnavigates the globe, complete with video feeds

Whispered questions, circumstances, wonderment aplenty evident

Asking where they come from, what are they here, how long will it be

Why do they circle round and round the planet, are they only watching

Else everything that once held attention, now nothing but vacancies

Empty stadium seats, movies play to seats, mannequins and employees

Contact seems imminent but time chooses not to cooperate today

Dozens of rotations, dozens of day, somewhere someone certainly counts

And so we wait, and so we wonder, our only consolation prize answers

No, we are not alone and Yes, there is life out there…..

R J Schwartz
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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

5 thoughts on “Making Contact

  • January 27, 2017 at 7:34 PM

    I believe there is life out there and I think we are being observed – that does cause trepidation. Great phrasing as usual, Ralph, in this very mysterious verse. Well done.

  • January 28, 2017 at 8:42 AM

    Or do they already live among us? If this situation were to occur, i believe you have described the scenario perfectly. It is a scary scenario but one that may be a reality in our near future. One never knows, but i whoreheartedly believe that life exists outside of our atmosphere. Good piece Ralph~Paul

  • January 28, 2017 at 7:28 PM

    I think it would be naïve to think that life does not exist elsewhere, I look to the stars and the heavens at night for inspiration and come away with the thought it is foolish not to believe.

  • January 29, 2017 at 4:22 AM

    I too believe there is life “out there” and that we have been observed and even interacted with throughout history. Very well written.

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