Song for Oumuamua
An object shaped like a cigar enters our solar system
from deep space, and scientists think it could be an alien
ship, scan it for technology that would indicate it was made,
not formed by some space collision, not splintered
off from some planet. I don’t know but do know it’s no
alien ship. That would be too movie, too novel, too
hopeful. The thing is red and passed us by without so much
as a wink or a whistle. It’s as if we wished it to be alien
so we could know we aren’t alone, that perhaps there is a reason
after all. Reasons make us feel better. Reasons justify our being.
Say I love you and I understand how the moon
drags the sea around. Say I love you and the melting glaciers
and rattlesnake round-ups don’t hurt something inside me.
Say Always, even if you don’t mean it. Even if it’s a lie.
Song for Time Travelers
Searching for time travelers on Facebook and
Twitter but so far no sign, though theoretically
time traveling is possible. Perhaps social
media is not important in the future,
offers one expert as an explanation.
Just like there are trillions of stars with Earth
-like planets orbiting them, yet still no
signs of life save for the occasional
UFO. O weather balloon, o streaking
meteorite startling the quiet night,
you offer no solace for our isolation.
We keep casting our line out into the darkest,
deepest ocean without even a bite,
like I kept waiting for your text last night.
Daniel Stewart is a teaching-writer for The Cabin’s Writers in the Schools program, serving as Writer-in-Residence at Ada County Juvenile Detention, and Frank Church High, an alternative school, in Boise, ID. The author of the collection The Imaginary World, his poems appeared in BOAAT, Parentheses, Prairie Schooner, Rattle,Scab, Thrush, and Yes Poetry, among others.