OUT THERE

OUT THERE

we sat around
the campfire

talking about
the evil out there

and anomalous
interstellar comets
that may well
be mother ships

such moments
the ontogenesis of
so much philosophy

the words out of which
much of our celestial framework
were once born
.
but the infant
in each of us sat there
growing ever
more terrified

the evil in our tales
quietly encroaching
creeping closer

drawing us
for comfort
closer
   to the fire

until, ultimately
amongst the embers themselves

if we
are meant to burn
be
   reduced to ask

prevailing logic
determines
         best do it ourselves

we sat by the camp fire
long nights to talk through