Just the simple sort, step by step

through spacetime, degree by degree

back and forth, starry talk, 

straight from source - our planetary kin

up-front with clear transmission.

The moment for a wayside chat,

hobnobbing over the galactic farm gate.

 

So, she, femme fatale stops in her tracks

for a recce, breather:

in wondrous face to face,

or tangentially sideways

shifty, with other agendas.

But for this instant, loud and clear:

Ah! That explains that!

Whyfor no longer a mystery.

 

She may linger, hang about a while

munch the cud and muse,

maybe confirm or clarify a relevant point

then off and away. Done, gone.

Possibly, a once in a lifetime rendezvous

a one night stand

or there’re plans for further get togethers 

albeit at other angles or contexts

at distance or remotely.

 

Checking the days with years 

and the disparate rates of motion,

see how relationships literally travel

like inveterate migrants, individual geni 

with unique character and purpose 

on their own fixed paths, but freely

with a goal in mind, a destination.

They are interconnected throughout,

via their own hyper speed networks

 - long before any copy-cat inter-net

was cobbled together.

They can speak in dreams and the wind 

or cloud patterns and tea-leaves,

through stray circumstance,

sudden insights.

A host of fey and eccentric sky-relatives - cranky old godlings and matriarchs, 

breezing about the ecliptic

each one, mighty and irreplaceable: 

precious, scary, challenging, quixotic

with occasional visitations or stop-overs:

Family!