I find it almost compelling to consider that we are not alone
in this universe within universes.
Perhaps 'others' are observing us, concerned by our behavior.
Called many things through the ages, such as "travelers", "those that are", "angles", "aliens", "extraterrestrials" among others.
Maybe they have been here, and perhaps some of us have been there.
As adults most of us grow suspicious, skeptical, closed, guarded,
and therefore unreceptive, potentially even dangerous --
so it's conceivable these 'others' would make their presence known
only to the pure of heart, who still possess their sense of wonder.
They come in dreams, visions, and apparitions.
Centuries and millenniums ago, when the world was less
devastatingly violent, there is a chance they visited, often.
Graphic and oral evidence of their visitations
appear to be found in every culture.
These 'miraculous' events,
misunderstood by less sophisticated early humans,
are perhaps the 'seeds' of the world's plethora of current religions.
Holding this mindset, perhaps these 'others' sought to know us
but they were frightened by our growing self-directed global hatred
and paranoia -- especially now
fueled by our many technologies of death and destruction.
These others would likely now consider us unapproachable.
I'm not certain if, when, or how large-scale contact might be made,
but it might eventually happen --
in spite of the 'if-or-not' of alien abduction and probing.
Inherently we humans have come to curiousity,
but not full comprehension, of this concept of impending contact. Through the distorted lense of fractured history and our fear,
we have come to call this ultimate contact by many names.
Some positive, such as first contact, close encounter, the visitation,
the revelation, the rapture, or the second coming.
Some are negative, such as alien invasion, war of the worlds, apocalypse, end of days, end of the world, armageddon, and the like.
We are likely to misinterpret, as is evidenced, the actual nature
of this amazing supposed future event -- if contact is coming.
Much of this I might believe, perhaps I should believe,
maybe I do believe - in a grokking sort of way.
In that spirit I wrote and offer this sci-fi poem...
the dual suns
still crisp and bright
warm me as I journey
painting the strange landscape in vivid presence
this alien world
I embarked at midday's solar convergence
senses alive and alert
consumed by the thrill of exploration
heady with anticipation of discovery
I believed today I would make contact
I would connect
but it is day's end
moonfall descends upon this severe terrain
early shadows fall across my face
a veiled foreboding settles upon me
there are many shadows here
that disrupt my nights
disquiet my soul
steal my peace
they come unannounced
but no time for worry
there is still far to go
I am eager to move
drawn by the need to reach my ship
to reach safety
yet here I stand
immobile with dread
yet captivated by the haunting beauty
that is this planet's rising moon
a translucent blue fractal orb
I shudder and sober
turn into the evening breeze
and venture onward
immersed in rolling amber and coral
spread glorious to the horizons
of this foreign world
receding with the setting suns
again the shadows shift
dull confusion finds me
I lose my pace
draw up in momentary halt
nagging concern engulfs me
panic pierces my solace
bewilderment grips me
it holds me
uncomfortable in my skin
these feelings sweep over me
clouding briefly my purpose
obscuring my destination
then they waft
I see across the darkening valley
my shuttle craft
urgently I proceed
but again my mind fogs
and once more lose focus
an eerie mist settles like a shroud
moonfall is coming
coming much too quickly
the frightening night noises
in mounting alarm
I believe I am in trouble
a sense of peril gnaws
fear I will not make it back
before these suns go dark
I am afraid to lose this light
afraid to loose my way
rob kistner © 2010
i put the notes ws the introduction to thisvpiece