THE SUMMER OF 78

Summer of 1978 The Sheffield Incident a *Shoem poem * Driving home On Sheffield street I believe the Summer of 78 The sky was clear The hour was late And all of humanity Was ready for sleep * as sunset sank To light bright stars they rose and fell Against black clouds The air was humid hot and still I can see that night As if there still * The light it blinded Like a photo flash I blinked my eyes To readjust * My baby cried “See the big light?” I bit my lip and Planned my flight But my trip was stopped From a tangle of cars All stopped to gawk At the war of the stars * Orbs were floating Contracting and then Zooming back out To threefold ten * We watched in awe Of our trivial pursuit Till it ended as quickly as it had begun * When I returned home I called the police To report what I’d witnessed Trying to find peace * They told me that mine Was not the first call They’d investigate further As I can recall * I tucked in my baby And settled her in But my night became stirred By what had occurred * There in my bed As I drifted off I felt the star Contact me by thought * They wanted me to come And visit the ship They would zoom me up But I could still stay there * They made me feel strange Leaving my baby alone But they assured me that Only my mind would be gone * As I felt my self rise From my physical self I witnessed my baby In the crib by herself * I saw myself sleeping In the bed next to hers And they were in charge Whether I liked it or not * I found myself bound To a long white table And naked except For a long white robe * They poked and probed Till I felt pain But they took that away By using their brain * They probed each emotion They made me feel grand They gave me an orgasm Without lifting a hand * They searched every memory my every dream As if enjoying a magazine * They answered every question Know to man But I can’t for the life Of me Remember a thing * The measured everything then told me that now it was time to go back they would show me how * They *thold me that I Should relax again And with palms outstretched I began to descend * I watched my bedroom Get closer and closer I could see my baby’s crib with the Mickey mouse comforter * I felt my body Return with a thud Put my foot on the ground And immediately stood up * I started to cry And I started to scream Letting out those emotions They had managed to screen * The feel of my feet bound back to the Earth To me was so comforting My place of birth * And as I looked at my baby fast asleep in this room I wondered if they Had taken her too? * WordPlaya April 9, 2010 * * *thold – communicating words or directives through telepathy or thoughts only *shoem – short story poem Just a little footnote.The incident is true and was both documented and witnessed by countless others.There is no explanation given other than some obscure explanations of weather balloons or meteor showers.Although the national observatory did not report any such instances. The dream – well it was a REAL dream.Did it really happen?Well, what do you think?All I can say is the dream is seared in my memory as one of the most vivid I have ever had and the part about me crying and putting my feet on the ground is true also. Thanks for the ear.