First Time

Here it comes again
Cold White Petals falling from the Moon Flower
Down to the ground
To stay a while

It's good but too much
One problem
Too cold to enjoy too much
Pretty petals
No bees
Just guys in spaceships

And the sound too
Feet crunching like woodland twigs
Like morning breakfast
Breaking glass
Splitting

The sound is beautiful
At first
When it's down here
But not later
The sound of hitting ground
Broken limbs
Bruised pride

Imagine if you never saw it
If the first was your only
Like 'Close Encounters Of The Third Kind'
Some new discovery
Like bananas or tobacco were
For ancient explorers
You'd be amazed too
You'd wonder
"Is it real?"
How does it work? What for? Why?"
"What's the reason?"
Some fear too
Of what it meant
For you
For the world

Well, it's here
Just accept it
Like water
Like grass
Like sex
Something that's always been
You didn't know before
Didn't want to
Never knew it or saw it
But it was
And it is
So live with it!