Tuesday, September 21, 2021

A poem about the Perseid meteor shower

 Streaking across the Mid-August Night


Last night, around 3:30 am, I woke up, shambled out the front door 

and looked up at the night sky wanting to see the Perseids,

The Tears of Saint Lawrence.

.  

I saw a million stars 

and heard an astonishing percussive concert, 

rythmic and loud music. Thousands of crickets and other mysterious creatures: 

Locusts? Cicadas? Frogs? Toads? Púcaí? Fairies? 

It was beautiful! But no Perseids, no shooting stars-- 


Just thoughts of you streaking across my consciousness! 

And then back to bed for a few more hours,

Dreaming to the beat of the crickets


and the symphony of the spangled night.


[Bob Coughlin / August 13, 2021].

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