Lightning only strikes
once.  The odds were so 

not in our favor.
You’d have a better 

chance of a Martian
walking up to you,  

singing a song
somehow otherworldly 

and in your own language.
It would be odd.

It would be like understanding
space.  Like unfolding 

all the cosmic layers
and exotic matter that led us 

to this exact point
in time: the first ball up 

a planet spinning;
single, perfect 

star punched
into dilated sky.