I give Kyle, my son, his lunch as he walks out the door,
it is 7:13 in the morning, and the sun is just beginning to rise,
a chilled 42 degrees out, and I double check to make sure Kyle
has his coat.

He doesn't know it, but I watch from my bathroom window,
I watch Kyle walk down the street as the sun begins to peak through
the trees
and he stops at the corner, waits.
And no one's sure what he's waiting for.

Woosh.

A thundering UFO comes rocketing through the clouds
and I stand there in shock and amazement, peering
through the curtains of my bathroom window.

From it extends a ladder, and Kyle; completley nonchallant;
climbs on in.
They've taken my son, in that UFO,
as the ladder folds back in.
And to my uneasiness, I try to relax,
and put on a small, wry grin.