WOW
It was amazing how we
came about WOW. In frequent is the
frequency that we came about only once to endear it to hear it. It's like some daunting haunting spirit. Did it come from a star from afar or was the
message in a bottle just beyond the next pond?
We do not know so we glisten to listen for the next transmission. Exploration is our mission.
I recall the call and
still my thoughts are harangued when the phone rang. We did not pick up. We did not say hello. It's as though we just let the caller
go. From the speaker of the squeaker we
did not distinguish the words heard. We
had no operator to be a facilitator and to this day we do not know what was
said or what to say. Divine was the
party line which when seemingly neglected was suddenly disconnected.
Busy was the signal
which to this date we have failed to translate.
Could it be that our efforts are too late? Could it be that the passerby no longer
marvels the big blue marble? Could it be
that it was just a wrong number never to be redialed, never to be
retransmitted, never to be regained because there was no answer on the other
end. Slowly plays the violin for we may
never get that call again.
So we make a wish with
a satellite dish to maybe catch what was said that silently echoes in our
heads. It's like a newspaper yet to be
read and the death sentence is in not knowing what's in it. To this date what I hate is the fact that we
never called back. What I hate is that
we've never taken command of the narrowband which we clearly understand. What I hate is that any talk of megahertz
hurts because we did not scream at the chance to dance! The missed opportunity hits me like an
avalanche.
To this day it is clear
that the big ear did hear something to endear.
Our hopes are yet to be depleted but the incident has never been
repeated and I refuse to be defeated. At
twilight's gleaming my hopes are still beaming thanks to the hope of a radio
telescope. Forever I am hooked to
forever look for the phone call that we all recall. Surely I will sing if I should again hear it
ring and somehow I will answer WOW.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When it is my mission to continue to listen
to a phone that says we're not alone.
December 13th,
2013
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