Dogs 2014

ALIENS
(8/4/14)


who
are they?

these
people?

I know
that I am
not
one of them

they know
that I am
not
one of them

we uneasily
share
this common
ground

a ground
that I wonder
about
as well

when
I am alone
I feel as if
the Earth
is my mother

I am simply
an extension
of her rocks
and soil

but
when even
one
other person
is in the proximity
I feel as if
I'm in the wrong
solar system

the wrong
galaxy

by more
than a few
degrees

this
bipolar existence
confuses me

exhausts
me

I try
to communicate
with them
but my head

my heart

my soul

know
that we are
neither
kith nor kin

so my efforts
to relate
are tainted
with the knowledge
of our basic
difference

our basic
distance

I do not
lie
so much
as I act

I try
to assume
my role absolutely
but everyone
seems to sense
my ingenuousness

I do not
know
where to go
to alleviate
this anxiety

where is
my home
planet?

I search
the stars
at night
for some sign
of my origin

but only
the cold
deathly expanses
in between
reflect
my futility

out there

in here

I am
alone

then
I realize
that I am
home

these others
are the intruders

the invaders

maybe
that is why
they seem so
concerned
with space travel

the Moon

Mars

habitable orbs
circling
other stars

they
are looking
for a way
out

I do
hope
that they find
one

soon

very soon