The First Introduction

They touch down

More, crash land

And make a gesture

With a six-fingered hand

They look curious

Though mostly lost

And briefly I ponder

What their journey has cost

Their skin is strange

Striated with veins

The colour of bruises

Or mulberry stains

I help hold them steady

As they get to their feet

They are hairless and slender

With eyes colours of wheat

They seem to assess me

Before they take in the surrounds

All the while making

The most peculiar sounds

The trees hold their awe

And so does the grass

Whilst the sun reflects off them

Like they’re made of soft glass

The birds serenade us

Unaware of the stranger

And I wonder a moment

If we are all in danger

I stare at them deeply

Their posture and stance

And figure it can’t hurt

To give them a chance

I

decide in that moment

To treat them with trust

After all, they are new here

So it only seems just

The look of happiness

Is universal it seems

Strangely shaped teeth

Are revealed as it beams

I think for a second

Where it’s best to start

Earth is a huge place

Filled with music and art

I consider fresh coffee

Or the park down the street

I wonder what they need

What even do they eat

I think of a library

Or the museum of history

What to show first

When this world is a mystery

I am overrun

With thoughts about places

The possibilities

The near endless spaces

But right then it hits

Before we go on this spree

The first introduction

Should surely be me