With silver wings strapped to my back,
I soared up into the reaches of the sky
to get closer to heaven,
where I hope to be one day.
An amateur photographer
standing in a fog took a picture of me.
I came out as a tiny spec in the sky.
When the picture was blown up,
they couldn’t tell what it was
and I became a UFO,
a little green man
floating around in the atmosphere.
13- 14 February 2008
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/floating-around-in-the-atmosphere/
