Orbs in the night

The first time,

the only time,

I saw those glowing orbs

in the sky

I didn’t know what to think aside from

maybe

they are UFOs,

and I told everyone what I saw.

I told them how fast they moved,

how their colours didn’t look like they belonged

with the colours I thought belonged in the sky—

like I have any clue what does or doesn’t belong anywhere,

least of all up there—

how the way the orbs moved just didn’t seem like anything

I’d ever seen before.

Most everyone I told

had a good old laugh about it,

asked me how much I’d had to drink,

or where they could get what I was smoking.

I said I hadn’t been drinking and that,

in my experience,

smoking grass didn’t yield visual hallucinations; 

I got a lot of eye rolls,

a lot of scoffing,

a lot of sure-buds,

a lot of whatever-you-says.

Who knows.

Maybe everyone else is right and I’m wrong.

I know that’s a possibility

because all I did was look up and

see something I’d never seen before.

Maybe 

I just imagined it all

but I don’t think I did.

People believe in gods and that’s

accepted,

encouraged even.

Believing in flying orbs, though,

believing it was something looking back down,

that’s something no one wants to think about,

not even if we know

if we

stare into the void

long enough 

something will stare back.

I haven’t seen the lights again, but I know I will.

I believe it and I know it.