Michael "P.J." Kelly

Upper Darby, PA, USA

Here's to the notion that the future is sheer poetry, just as the past. And here we forever stand, betwixt.

I Don't See Anything!

It's big, it's round, it's floating up high
it came for a visit, no one knows why
and what other-wordly news it brings
a mystery, I don't see anything!
People picked up for close-hand study
in some interstellar hands, they're putty,
they come back home and dream of their trip
of what they saw on that mysterious ship
with markings apparent on their bellies and hips
and the strangest stories that come from their lips.

They might even groan that their ears still ring,
while me . . . ? I don't see anything!

So if you should see a curious shape
float through the sky while you helplessly gape
and if you should find that your ears still ring,
forget it, I don't see anything!

Children Of The New Millenium

They're crawling up the ramp you see
while small their breath and weight
the children of the new millennium will be
sealing the very fate
of a world that's gone from fire and ice
to arts, machine and science
through bloodied wars that once reprieved
shed hopeful re-alliance.

Not so sure what they're looking for
should it be right here among the stars
if we make it our task to leave something more
they may not have to reach so far.

For the third time comes a thousand years
stories and legends of days will unfold
ideas may come to end the fears
of suffering and growing old.

Millenium children through a glistening eye
will walk this world and learn
that they are able to touch the sky
and other worlds discern.

Will they find their peace on earth
and reason enough to care
for what it's been and what it's worth
in this millennium they share.

Millennium children, reach for the knob
of the door to a brave new world
the light your day will never be robbed
while the sun is still your herald.