Meteor Sprinkle?
(The sunset before the momentous watch!)
Two,
only two gone-in-a-flash streaks.
Not exactly a shower,
not even really a sprinkle.
Standing hopeful in my yellow nightie,
in the dark,
in my yard—
that same yard where I envision invader robbers crouching in the shadows.
In the dark,
confusing my collie, who had followed me out to pee—him, not me.
Staring skyward, it’s so hard on the neck,
but I was determined,
4 a.m. to 5 a.m. determined.
Was it Pacific Standard Time? Or Central?
Where is the light show, the Pleiades’ panorama of shooting lights?
Two.
For all my whining and neck stretching,
I saw two.
But the slivered moon, Venus pulsating attention, and Orion’s belt
kept me company as I waited . . . and waited,
their crisp lights shining in my yard,
uncovering every hiding place a wild coyote or nocturnal snake could possibly hide,
streaming light, making sure all the neighbors with second-story windows could tell,
could tell I was on watch in the dark,
in my yard,
in my yellow nightie—
on the watch for two.
(The sunset before the momentous watch! Don’t confuse the birds for shooting stars.
Stars are brighter and faster . . . at least, I think so.)
Stars are brighter and faster . . . at least, I think so.)
At least you were out there, looking! I slept through it, but then, it was cloudy here, so I doubt I would have seen even two of them...
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Dedication has to count for something. :-) Given the tremendous heat of late, it was actually very nice to be out there in the cool night air in my nighties. :-)
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