by Jennifer Lessey

Howling Proto-Sapiens,
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they look on us,
As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God,”
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic tongs,
So when we return,
We hardly understand them.
Prophecies they call them,
And we laugh.

Ms. Lessey’s biography, in her own words: This piece is my third to be published. I have been writing since I was very young and hope to make it my career someday. For the time being I am a security guard in Brandon Manitoba. Science fiction has always been my favorite genre. Some of my most brilliant ideas have come to me while looking to the sky and wondering what’s really out there. Throughout my life I’ve had a lot of interests. I consider myself a jack-of-all-trades-but-master-of-none, but the written word has been with me for as long as I can remember.