Astral encounters

Star-lit canvas—limitless, stretched tight
water-body: dark and rippling

a stone-perch for a ghostly figure
not afraid of light or being illuminated
by a mysterious source
the stone? Or a snub-nosed alien?

The outlined figure
white; fragile

holding telepathic talk with a craggy face
leaping out of gloomy space
like a green monster from sci-fi flick

glimpsed first by a lost wanderer
a Belgian that goes by the name of
Julien Menier

thereafter—by us

and, a silence heard for miles
interrupted only
by the murmuring of waves
in gentle, rhythmic cycles.