.
There are things in the sky
that we cannot identify.
Try as we might,
we cannot achieve flight
to meet them eye to eye.
Their shape seems to change
based on the observer and the range.
One sees them clear
as they are near,
while others doubt such claims.
Conjecture as to what they are
and why they’re here.
Whether they are from the stars
as they so appear,
or if they are, perhaps
just a reflection of ourselves.
We watch the time elapse
as we each become someone else.
They’re here, so they can only mean us harm.
Scramble the fighter planes, sound the alarms.
We always seem to react
along the same, predictable tract,
but are we wrong to be cautious, and take up arms?
Have we always covered up the truth?
Made witnesses subject of ridicule.
We react quite crazy
when the details are hazy.
If all the facts came out, what would we do?
Watch as people murmur in their discontent.
Those who claim to know are always fools.
We can’t seem to deal with what’s in our own heads,
panicking at thought bubbles and word balloons.
DJR – 2023
