The morning sun robes
our field in heaven’s rich love.
My unshackled mind
cavorts in the pulsating
electromagnetic glow.
All across the sky,
across the clouds miles above
the thump and throb of dubstep,
a quilt of dark blue dots
rolls outwards in row upon row.
A fleet of pin-pricks
hovering over the land,
dozens and dozens
lined up like space invaders
as my mind floats through the air.
Here comes Abigail,
pointing her henna-stained hand
and gasping at the heavens,
“Look at all those blue dots!”
I blink, and they’re no longer there.
