Mojave Singularity

I am here in Mojave, the desert so high
and at 9:00 AM I feel like I need to cry.
As an amateur traveler I play my part,
but the travel has stopped because my car won’t start.

Maybe sand from the dunes clogged a manifold port,
or perhaps desert heat caused a short of some sort.
But whatever the reason I’m static extant
and because of that fact I feel I need to rant.

O but nay, histrionics will not turn a wheel,
and indeed, they would no doubt just add to bad feel.
So I leave my sedan in mechanical pout
and alone in the desert on foot I set out.

My it is vast, the terrain that I see
and the sun overhead is ablaze torridly.
But now all of a sudden a shadow is thrown
by a UFO appearing from the unknown.

It is shaped like a disk and is silvery black,
(I am prey for the Gray* and on track for attack).
Yet I sense a benevolence above my head
even though I am woozy and see flashing red.

I feel strangely connected and heartily whole
and at peace with myself in my heart and my soul.
In the glow of red light from a huge UFO
my decision is made so I go with the flow.

I get back to my car on the vast desert floor
and as I turn the key I hear the engine roar.
From a single event in my Mojave daze,
I now think twice about my impetuous ways.

28 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
October 13, 2013

*Gray (Grays)...a term given to space aliens.