Solstice

On the longest day of the year, a wise man told me twice.

"Yer gonna meet and alien, he will be here tonight!"

I laughed in his withered face, told him he was insane.

I didn’t believe in such things; it never crossed my brain.

But on my way home, walking down a dark and lonely dirt road,

three flaming blue orbs rushed by, an unexpected sight to behold.

One came gliding back. It hovered high above my head.

It gradually descended. Oh my god, I must be dead!

It rested at eye level, there was no evidence of sound.

Little did I know, the mysterious sphere would astound.

I was lifted three feet high, spun around and inspected.

Gently returned to the earth, my life, forever affected.

The glowing orb turned silver, it began to morph and change.

Within a few seconds, a human-like form remained.

I took a wary step back, it playfully followed suit.

It mimicked my motions like an obedient soldier recruit.

Mercurial skin that shimmered, with a single oval eye,

A smile so thin, a rusted voice, pitched high.

The feeling of fear dissipated from my bones.

It was a strange alien man, far, very far from his home.

In a skittish manner, I asked if we could be friends.

A curious look formed on his face, it ended with a grin.

We talked, I listened, he displayed his distant land,

using holograms and maps, generated by sleight of hand.

It was my time to share, using my primitive device.

An iPhone, with a depleted battery would have to suffice.

Scrolling through pages of embarrassing nonsense,

I stopped when I saw a pic that held mixed pretense.

The image was of a woman who represents many things.

The plight, the independence and struggles she brings.

She tells her own tale of a tumultuous history.

I showed him the phone, revealing the Statue of Liberty.

He paused, grabbed the phone and studied the screen.

His emotions took over, turning a pale shade of green.

That magical night ended with insight and praise.

And somehow my phone has been charged till this day.

At the same time each year, I return to that place.

Hoping, praying, to grace that radiant face.

I am a man. I am… a believer.