Dear Grandma

Dear grandma,

I could see you were just as stunned as I
When drifting its Body traversed our sky:
Noiseless, Black, Slow, it moved right overhead
Without a rumble, a wave, or goodbye.

It surprised me, too, that you showed no dread
As it angled left from our view ahead ...
I wanted to talk about it for years,
But you preferred silence on it instead.

I shared the event with some trusted peers,
But after the laughter, their jokes and jeers,
I opted for silence and, much like you,
Concealed the Mystery from skeptic ears.

Had our eyes neglected the vaulted blue,
And that Black Anomaly passing through,
Would we be better having never known
What eyes unbeholding would deem untrue?

Perhaps? Either way, I do not bemoan—
For you were with me there, and you alone!
So, with peace I place this letter upon
That memory shared, and this old headstone.

     World without end, grandma ...
        Your grandson,

          John