Cosmic Conversation

“Why are they coming to you, Mars? You would think with their constant obsession with tits and curves of a woman, that they would be more interested in the likes of

my place instead.”

“They aren’t coming to your house. You want to know why? Because they are a little bit scared of what you would do. You might harbor something that none of them are really ready for.”

“Me? Harbor something? Like these mountains with cascading waterfalls? Now, tell me why I would do a strange thing like that?”

“It’s not water that frightens them, Venus. You know that.”

“What is it then?”

“Alien beings.”

“Aliens? Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. That would shatter everything they know about the universe; Nothing.  They would have to shift their mindset away from themselves and toward something bigger and harder to comprehend. You forget these folks not that long ago thought the sun revolved around them and before that, that their own planet wasn’t round, but flat.”

“How did they explain the moon then?”

“Let’s not get started about their moon. Though, I must say it’s a funny name for a moon. “It’s like naming a cat, ‘cat’.”

“Meow.” Venus giggles amused at Mars’ response to her silliness.

They get along so well.

“It’s a shame that Earth can’t speak these days,” starts Venus.

“No it isn’t. She would be whining at what they are doing to her. Then we’d have to listen to her belly ache. It’s bad enough we have a front row seat to her destruction.”

“Do you think they will figure it out before they leave the planet?”

“I pray that they will, Venus.  I pray that they will.”

“There is hope then.”

Venus smiles and watches the calm constant movement of the solar system and says a little prayer of her own.

~Regina Holt