Boy from Space
by Bruce Boston
There is a brilliance
in this boy from space,
obtuse and innocent
as he often seems.
Tall-eared
and long of limb,
frail in the pull
of Earth's gravity,
his physical body
eludes our probes.
Hominid and alien,
he travels our world,
his stray pronouncements
appraised as aphorisms
we must assay for
their weight in gold.
He claims a far star.
Our scientists suspect
another timeline,
briefly coincident
with our own.
The Second-Comers
gather at his feet,
awaiting miracles
yet to unfold.
The traditionalists
decry all those
who would apotheosize
a creature clearly
not of this Earth.
The faithless continue
to shrug and smile,
dismissing all as lies.
In the winsome realms
of theoretical speculation,
solid as air and
light as what remains,
we coagulate the
passing of his time.