It was a long drive out
On the kind of night
That UFOs like
But not a stir but the breeze
No bright lights, but headlights,
A solitary pair alone

And on the passenger seat
A Thermos of tea,
A pair of mittens and hat
Against the cold dark night
In which stars in their wisdom
Are cold small points of light

He'd be guided by voices,
Who could at least list his choices
If he'd learn to read runes,
They could spell out the rules
The predestined need pointing
In a particular direction

But no. Just road,
Stars,
Darkness.

On his own with the stars
In the night sky
And the field wide
On his own with the treeline
With the constellations
And the dark and the nighthowls

And the pattern of the stars
Is hard to read
And planets, in their orbits,
Almost impossible to perceive
And the comets, the portents
These days are silent

And if the mothership came
They'd be to blame
If God sent a thunderclap
It'd be in His lap
The parents could take the wrap
Society set it up

But no. Just trees,
Field,
Stars.

The stars with their light
And he with his
And me here with mine