Another poem from my now out-of-print speculative poetry collection: "Cosmic Tricksters". This rather whimsical piece was originally published November 2007 in the webzine Aphelion.
Cosmic Tricksters
What’s an interdimensional being to do
To have a bit of harmless fun?
Guide your remote-controlled temporal ship
Above the rolling rural countryside.
Hover over a golden field of grain
And leave behind galactic graffiti.
Let the primitives ponder its meaning.
Soar in loops within a clear azure sky.
Ride your personal flier in circles
While wearing a pointy hat and black cape.
Scare the naive local yokels below
With your strange aerial acrobatics.
Materialize as a pale shadow.
Whisper softly in a young native’s ear.
Stomp about and rap loudly on the walls.
Throw crockery and other breakables.
Make mortals think that the dead have returned.
Gather with others on a grassy hill.
Dance under the argent light of the moon.
Prance about a ring of deadly toadstools.
Attract a human’s prying attention,
But then vanish into the murky mist.
There’s a sucker born every minute
On that little blue planet called Earth.
(Originally published November 2007 in the webzine Aphelion.)
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