We were young,
happy,
out of our minds and parked on the ridge.
We were kissing, laughing, watching sheets of fog toil
across the tops of the trees.
We were drinking what we always drank back then.
"Alien Blood,"
A brand of sweet liqueur
Bright green, quite sour
quite good.
And then, wouldn't you know it,
a UFO came right down out of the sky.
But then it did something I've never heard of
on the radio shows
or in the UFO books
or even on those corny specials they used to run in the nineties.
Both me and Jane froze,
the thing froze us, I mean.
We couldn't move.
and as the thing got nearer to us, at the top of the pines, it shrank down
to the size of a bowling ball.
Minutes later, it hovered before our eyes,
no bigger than a gum-ball.
Then it moved down, and I watched as it turned into nothing more than a spark
and went into your mother's belly button.
Please,
don't ask her about this.
She'll deny it.
She'll call me a drunk.
But I know it happened.
And no one can convince me
that you're not a miracle.
"Son, what I'm saying is, please don't enslave the earth. We have enough problems already."