Maybe you were sent
to remind me of my belly
full of bold assertions,
or perhaps you were meant
to paint my dreams
such that I remember what I am.
You are part of what lies
beyond the here,
and now I've found a circle.
Maybe the aliens burnt you in the dirt,
fueling you with enough evidence
that I believe you.

Gentle Readers, today is the anniversary of the Roswell thing, so I give you my perennial-favorite poem. "Roswell" was published in my first book, Responsive Pleading, which can be purchased via Amazon or directly from yours truly.