True! FIVE flew by one Sunday, well before the sun came up, well before the coffee's finished from a steaming coffee cup, and wondering where they could go, for such a length of time, I pondered their pretension in these metered words, to rhyme.
I'd thought that they'd "forsaken" me, these stars that tack and sail. I'd thought that they had gone away to fuel another's tale. Though, what could make appearance known so right up in your face, to disappear for days on end, then reappear in space…
And reappear they have indeed! Such color, speed, and light. Their paths bemused if certain; they are dim or very bright! Too, I feel a satisfaction that I don't have when they're gone? I feel this strange "assurance" as I watch them glide along.
Next morning I would see but one; that's two days in a row. I think they're back I'm saying, but where, then, did they go? I'd think I'm not worth watching, so they're likely not for me? Though, what have I been seeing in these objects flying free?
And what indeed, I ask myself, appears before my eyes? What might these things, in ebb and flow, propitiously provide?
Well, to me they are potentials well beyond the threat of war! To me they're strong sedition from my culture's whoring bore. To me they show some promise and an answer to a song ... Is That All There Is? Peg Lee once asked... their answer's clear and strong.
"No, you're not alone at all, you tragic human race. Though, you facilitate corruptions to disgrace your mote in space. Adrift in sad belligerence, and complacent to the max, a sea of life surrounding you's ignored in heaps and stacks."
"It's you yourselves won't cure, at last, your self-imposed disease; it's you yourselves retreating to the "safety" of your knees. It's you yourselves denying that we fly your troubled skies, and it's you, yourselves, who's keeping us... from landing right outside."