aliens

how silly it would be
to think we're the only ones
floating on a rock
with a chip on its shoulder

i'd rather believe our friends
have already sent us a telegram
but it got snagged on a star
millions of light-years away
or, the being we call "God" is
an indifferent high society
floating on the stratosphere
preferring not to engage
with the worms underfoot
or, perhaps
they're just like you and me
staring out a window
waiting for a flicker of gold
to beckon us onto the horizon