Return to the sky

I know when

the mothership returns

that I will be one of the ten thousand

who are raised up and taken away.

I don’t know

how I know I will go, but it’s something I know in the marrow.

I don’t know

how I know

there will be ten thousand taken, but

I knew the number when I saw the ship blot out the sky.

Since I was a boy, I’ve known

I would be off into the stars at some point,

I just don’t know

when

or how

or what it might look like.

I don’t know much, to be honest,

about the return,

not when it will happen,

or what it will look like,

or even what kind of signs to expect.

But I know it will happen.

There are and have been all kinds of forerunner cults giving this kind of thinking a bad name,

and I understand that

and

it’s important

to know

I don’t think

anyone needs to die for this to happen,

I don’t think the world needs to end

for them to return.

I think,

like a lot of things in this world,

that it will be when it is

and what will be, will be,

and I also think there will be a lot of fear.

Yes, I will go with that ship

but I will be leaving behind

my friends,

my family,

my partner,

my dog,

my job,

all the things that I love

and for what?

I don’t know.

I just hope it isn’t trading one world of pain

for another world of pain.