Something’s Not Quite Right Here

Weird, but not coordinated,
Eerie, but insignificant,
Things like the inexplicable
Rolling lights in low clouds one night

Or the knocking within a wall
Too thin to shelter anything—
Behaviors of the world that seem
Like they could be signals but aren’t,

Those sorts of pulses that flutter
The news media for a day—
Was that a sign of life in space?
Strange but fading, then put away—

They’re not there for any reason,
But they do serve as reminders
That you’re a weirdly tuned species,
Sensing through some kind of blinders.