Wrong Turning

The sky landed, settled in a tunnel
an active burgeoning cloud like blue-stained
steam announcing its alien presence.
A train of thought is late in arriving
yet confusion isn’t negative, yet.
But is it growing in deadly earnest
or brightening anticipation of life
from elsewhere offering scientific
advances? Is it old enough to be
safe in this violent world, to discuss
a future, make decisions, determine
trustworthy negotiators from die-
hard bigots, compulsory billionaires
with digital capital? Poor baby.