Inexact Encounters

A while ago

(10 days that is

about the only exact recall of this occasion)

I positioned my self

In this industrial, post-apocalyptic

Urban like

Tiny free state

Somewhere in this world

And made contact with

Absolutely normal and bizarre humans

And actually conversed with them

With quiet a few of ‘m

And got lost into these interactions

To the point

That I had absolutely not a clue

What it was I intended to point out

And they replied

They didn’t understand me anyway

In short

The best communication one can have

It got dark

And this planet changed

But its inhabitants didn’t

For a while

With my tribe I migrated from one corner of this world

To the other

From the Mountains of the Tall

To the Valley of the Small Females

On these journeys

Plenty of Fellow Wanderers

The Statue People

Which were guides in the chaos

To point out where I was

And the Lost Ones

Desperately, eagerly sharing

Intimate life stories

And we stayed in some regions

For a while

And became friendly with the neighbours

At an uncertain moment in time

I wasn’t sure about my surrounding

Was only aware of the circus tent shaped dark universe above me

And some individuals behind me

I still don’t know why

I didn’t look myself

But

I sought confirmation

With one of my companions

Whether three tiny females were fanatically moving up and around, behind me,

Or not

Instead of checking the lower grounds behind me

My friend gazed towards the sky

Clearly a sign I had to repeat my world important question

Again she looked up to the stars

Which was the moment I decided to look over my shoulder myself

Not down but up

My world vision

Religion

Ideology

My being

Changed

When I saw this huge creature

Not from the mountain landscape

Glittery Red and feathery

Towering above me

Bend to an unnatural bowed position

Like a bird from another universe

And staring at me

With a preying expression

For the briefest moment of time

Towards me

It was like it was going to consume me

It all happened so fast

That

Not scared

In this sea of time

I blinked my eyes and it already passed by

Along with two other similar versions

Moving in angelic, confused, inimitable, chaotic and proud motion

I never saw them coming

Neither did I know where they were from

Or where they went to

My friend

Already adapted to the changed life

Just went on with her happy techno activities

Hardly paying attention to me

And then I remembered the never seen small ones

Which were not to be seen

Ever

Were they actually there?

I guess I happily have to live

With the fact

That I will never know

The exactness of any of these encounters