wish

In the evening,

the sky.

It pales into pastel and gently darkens;

Indigo seeps through the clouds

and one by one the stars reveal themselves.

The brightest and closest first.

A mural of the past

stretches across the holy canvas.

Pin pricks in Indigo.

 

I wonder, grandfather,

what did you see when your

eyes spanned the ancient heavens?

Or your fathers' fathers...

Or the fathers before them.

And grandfather, I wonder,

How do they appear from above?

 

A crystal ship splits the silent sky

Blazing for a timeless moment,

Bursts as it collides with an unsuspecting atmosphere.

To my wandering eyes a distraction.

And in the moment I wish.

Reviews

[Mia Sparrow]

i like the image of the shooting star. how serendipitous is that how it occurred simultaneously with such contemplations. it's like your pondering was being responded to. so nice that you live in a place where you get that kind experience of an evening sky.

[Lyn Anderson]

A wonderful thoughtful write of "if I knew" -- very nice.