The Box

The aeroplane lay upside down At the bottom of the lake quite profound How it came to be here Was a story that was not clear There were no markings that would last And it appeared the water landing was not very fast Its door was blown off the side And it sparked my interest of what was inside There was a sealed box bobbing around So I manoeuvred it without a sound And it floated out and up to the water’s surface I pushed it over to the landing place The box itself was so very light I was able to put it in the van and close it tight And I pondered what to do next Thinking what was inside made me so perplexed I drove it home and locked the garage door Sipping a scotch I thought some more Picking up my pry bar And with one push it opened up with a jar It wasn’t peculiar in its shape With a video screen to contemplate And when I touched it came to be switched on With scenes of an alien world to wonder upon But the biggest surprise was the fade to one Back to a being whose speech had just begun The universal translator said to me “Contact made we are locked in, we will come and see.” © Paul Warren Poetry