Thank you to Editor Marcus Strider Jones for publishing this piece in Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

Aliens We Were

We were launched in a time

of supernatural splendor.

We traveled distances

measured in light.

We were new invaders.

We didn’t bear much resemblance

to fin, feather, fauna.

We were disturbingly different forms,

plodding and somber,

otherworldly,

alien.

We were:

figures emerging from wombs,

figures dissolving into dust.

And after all the ages,

we became imaginary forms,

in some ways amorphous,

while this sphere still rolled,

this sphere we tried to call home.