"Close Encounters," a reflection

It was so different from old sci-fi films,
cruel black and white aliens bent on conquest
in a starchy butch Brylcreem era of fear.

These creatures had soft eyes
and the tender bodies of children.

Driving home from the theater,
I basked in movie afterglow,
a bit dazzled by electronic progressions
of light and sound and wonder.
Through the windshield
I scrutinized the midnight sky:
Red Blink! (a radio tower), White Flash! (an airplane)…

Interstellar teacher, I most humbly beseech you.
I wish to see great ships hover over our white house
insert silicone chips of wisdom and empathy,
speed the evolution, save us, save us
from ourselves.