Making Contact
The 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…..
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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.
Most creative poetry. Yes I know for sure there is life out there. Love the sense of mystery in your poem.
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
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.
I too believe there is life “out there” and that we have been observed and even interacted with throughout history. Very well written.