When the Starman Came

We had a fire, with brass sidings that heat up when the fire was lit. Being only four at the time I can only imagine being told not to touch them, burny burny. But I loved the sound of sizzling orange pieces; different sizes I discovered made different tones. I, Held in great fascination the killing of a healthy juicy orange dried into crusted pieces, matted and burnt into the brass plate.

The TV blared, my sister upon the couch in one of its rare positions under the front window, hand on chin watching TOTP’s.

Then he happened, entering my life from another planet, jumped down from some speeding asteroid. All the invisible doorways within my mind, those non-physical spores that lurk within us all, hiding in the dark of the brains matter, exploded open.

He said ‘Hello..oh..oh’ He sang about himself, confirming my thoughts, he had come to earth , to share with us. But we couldn’t tell our dad’s for he’d be locked-up in fright. He didn’t look human, not to someone in July the 6^th 1972 anyway, my eyes melted at the sight of him/it. My axis shifted into another dimension partly his, partly mine, we shared. The little four year old of not five minutes past was dead and I came into being. It all happened within, my inner world re-arranged, different furniture in a new place.

His red-orange hair was amazing to look at, his sparkling blue velvet jumpsuit just lit up my face. But his eyes shone, two different globes inviting us to boogie, the cocky smile warming.

Everything changed, nothing remained … But nothing changed, everything still remained. Welcome to the twilight of here and there, of being everywhere and yet stationed to one spot, overwhelmed by a new opened mind that was waiting to be explored.