EXISTENTIAL CRISIS or
WHY PEOPLE FIND IT HARD TO BELIEVE IN ALIENS or
SPACE SONNET 1
sea lions dart from rock / gray-blur giant eyes
black mirrors floating under the surface
announce who’s in control / trainers arrive
with silver / mackerels / sardines / tourists
around the enclosure / feeding-time stars
pop out under red sun and smack a fin
bust backflips / a steep hierarchy of charge
hand commands / a surf-god / applause begins
how we marvel at their intelligence
tickles us wow at how kind-of smart they
are and how we are all shy witnesses
entertained/ impatient/ sweaty long days
summoned histories / finding galaxies / But why might we not be ready to know?
Would we face our late reciprocities / our laws / our justice / how we keep control?
