Chasing The Beam

On a remote farm
In central USA

A beam broke
Through the clouds

And changed
Dusk into day.

Pure white
Light ascended

From the billowing
Grey to the ground

The glare
Was immense

But it didn’t
Make a sound.

It hit the
Earth softly

A single beam
From above

It scanned over
The landscape

It’s purpose no
Human knows of.

Graphing the land
One acre at a time

Comes and goes
As it pleases

With no reason
Or rhyme.