Seti
SETI
(Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence)
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Sounds flying around the universe.
Radio telescope arrays scanning,
Dancing, across the endlessness that
Awaits us.
The past, 1000 light years gone away,
Searching.
Flying in geometric patterns
Against the heavens, waiting for a call from the
Darkness of the sky.
Are they out there?
Ping. Ping. Ping.
We search
Looking for what, we are not sure.
What is waiting out there to be found?
We hope,
Perhaps something will hear the ping,
We will answer back.
Ping. Ring. Ping.
Is anyone there?
Each night we chart ourselves into a
Spatial array of instruments, measurements
Of a trillion soaring star arrays.
The blink of an eye and the heavens open up for us,
What more can there be?
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Is it a question that we really want answered?
What happens when the ping finally comes back?
Ping. Ping. Ping.
“We’re coming and we are hungry.”
Copyright © Steve Zak | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment