Perseid.

Many thanks to my friend for the use of her word chisel.

 

A small note in last week's newspaper
drew me to this nocturnal madness.

My alarm clock no doubt wondering
what insanity had possessed me.

Not bothering to dress, I tossed a
jacket over my pajamas and I drove.

I drove to the highest point in our
tiny town where cars lined up by dozens
and multitudes of the similarly unhinged stood
in slack-jawed silence,
eyes lifted to the firmament.

No blaring horns, no ill words...
no words at all.
Just blankets, pajamas and quiet goodwill
as we watched the meteors,
awe struck
at the splendor of the heavens.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Willow B. Coldfeather]

Wow, I continue to love your poetry.
Especially because it relates to my love of space.
I'm going to watch the Perseid's meteor shower on August 11th, I saw it in my local newspaper too.

It will be my first attendance at a stargazing event and I hope it will be as brilliant as you describe it to be!

[Cherrie Palmer]

What a wonderful snapshot in time. Very nice, makes one wish they had been there.
Cherrie

[Babbette Francis]

I've always been afraid one would strike me. ; )
But I've been fortunate enough to see a few meteor showers and they are awesome, a lot like you described here.

Love the writing style of this piece!

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is great! Some really good language here. Love the alarm clock wondering, the multitudes of similiarly unhinged, nocturnal madness, eyes lifted to the firmament and no words at all. You set the scene up well. The youtube video isn't working on my computer. Hopefully it's just me.

[Emily B]

Moments such as that don't come along very often. . . they make wondrous memories that we can pull out again and enjoy in odd moments.