Hello my pretties, just checking it. Honestly, I’m finding it a challenge to remain motivated amidst all the madness. But, I persist and so here’s the latest draft of a new poem. Rock on and remain well. Hold fast, etc.

DEAR EXTRATERRESTRIAL
If you exist…
 
I don’t have much faith you exist
but if you do, are you navigating the abyss?
I don’t obsess over UFOs,
become annoyed with those that do.

 
We have far more pressing matters
right here on Earth.
We must remain on task—
salvage this world.
One day, if you exist, you may visit.

 
Let us hope the despots
aren’t on top when you land.
For they’ll flex cuff your limbs,
black-bag your head and deport you
to a prison in El Salvador.

 
I, as a female of the species,
deal with specific challenges.
I’ve developed brawn to cope
and my brawn is perpetual.

 
My stance is a pledge
to singing bees, rustling spores,
whale songs and peace.
I sound like an old hippie
but the terrors are timeless,
troubles persist.

 
If you exist,
I suppose I’m seeking support,
solidarity. Might you be willing
to lend your light, share your knowing,
your green-lit glow?

 
If you find this message,
know that I survived
the leers and wolf whistles
as I awaited your reply.
I never abandoned hope.