I was driving eastbound on a familiar road. It went straight as a die for many miles and had a low horizon of bush. The day was overcast, in early fall. As I drew closer to the perceived line of trees, there was an object in the sky slightly above the horizon. It resembled nothing else but a huge black kite, and, indeed, it behaved like one, in the respect that it gradually changed positions in the sky. Sometimes viewed almost edgewise, other times as a definite kite shape. What struck me was its size. I knew it had to be immense, because the further I approached, it did not seem to grow larger or change positions relative to me, a sensation very similar to trying to drive by the moon. It stayed with you. I viewed it for a full five minutes before I had to cut off towards my destination, for which I was already late. I regret that now. It was definitely changing shape or moving obliquely in the sky, and presented different aspects during this time.
It had a stark outline, with straight sides, and could not have been a cloud. This mystery has stayed with me for the twenty some years since I witnessed it.
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.