METEOR
Early morning traffic light
Turned red
Reflected against the marbled dawn.
I stopped my car
(Rag top down, crescent moon hanging low)
And glanced idly at the sky
At the precise moment a falling star
Blazed its final glory.
First thought denial:
Trick of the eye, contrail, satellite,
But yes. Waiting for green
I saw a falling star.
Driving on I marveled
Anything can happen.
Surrounded by other cars,
Drivers unaware
That magic had just passed
Overhead.
Somewhere, someone else saw it.
Just one? Thousands? I'll never know,
And we are joined forever
By that touch of light.
Early morning traffic light
Turned red
Reflected against the marbled dawn.
I stopped my car
(Rag top down, crescent moon hanging low)
And glanced idly at the sky
At the precise moment a falling star
Blazed its final glory.
First thought denial:
Trick of the eye, contrail, satellite,
But yes. Waiting for green
I saw a falling star.
Driving on I marveled
Anything can happen.
Surrounded by other cars,
Drivers unaware
That magic had just passed
Overhead.
Somewhere, someone else saw it.
Just one? Thousands? I'll never know,
And we are joined forever
By that touch of light.
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Beautiful - thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh, wow.
ReplyDeleteTruly, free for all!
Beautiful! x
ReplyDeleteThose of us who are lucky enough to live in the country get to see shooting stars more often than citydwellers, but you can bet that I still wish on each and every one, and feel blessed every time I see one streak across the sky.
ReplyDeletegoes to show you gotta keep your eyes open and the miracles around us all the time.
ReplyDeletedid you make a wish?