Daniel Stewart


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.