Take Us to your Poets I came upon them by a lonely road Deep in the wilderness With something strange hovering overhead. They'd learned my language, not important how: "Standard procedures, like hundreds before; no big deal." But they did have a favor to ask. "A favor? Like taking you to our leader?" "Your leader? Eventually. We should exchange assurances of good faith, Agree on ground rules, mark the traffic lanes, Stuff like that. All quite necessary. But there's plenty of time for attending to that, And we have more urgent needs. So take us to your poets, Your dreamers, Your dancers in the moonlight. Those your leaders cannot speak for Because they make their own worlds No others can invade or conquer." (awkward pause) "Uh, ... that's all well and good, But not quite what I was expecting. Maybe first I should take you to our scientists?" "Your scientists? Eventually. We should cross-check our knowledge against yours, Finding where each can fill the other's gaps And what each can learn from the other. But there's plenty of time for attending to that, And we have more urgent needs. So take us to your poets, Your dreamers, Your dancers in the moonlight. Those the physical cannot limit Because they see beyond beyond And do not stop at 'That can't be'." (awkward pause) "Uh, ... that's all well and good, But not quite what I was expecting. Maybe your ship needs something? Our ship? Eventually. We are a little low on fuel And before we leave your world Certain items will want minor repairs. But there's plenty of time for attending to that, And we have more urgent needs. So take us to your poets, Your dreamers, Your dancers in the moonlight. For we are dangerously low on dreams And need to relight our inner fires Without which all worlds are dark and empty." Thomas G. Digby entered 1635 hr 4/11/92 format 14:02 12/22/2001