This past weekend we passed through the peak of the Perseid Meteor Shower, which happens each year near the middle of August. This year is a particularly good year for viewing because of the current phase of the moon. If you missed the show this weekend, you can still look tonight.
This poem was originally published in A Matter of Mind (Foothills Publishing, 2004).
The crow circled once
and fell into the black trees,
This was on Copper Mountain
where I’d seen the fat groundhog raise its head.
For those who’ll give up the desire to know,
the world is filled with surprise,
like the snake cutting
silently through the water
looking like a stick
or beavers sliding
from the bank where the raccoon
stands splashing its food.
Or that night we sat on a park table watching
unobstructed stars too many to count,
too many to comprehend. We were like children
in front of a store window at Christmas, dazzled
by the dancing lights.
One by one the stars broke free and ran through the sky
along firey trails.
The summer grass moved
and a mysterious form waddled our way —
a white streak on black that seemed to mirror the sky.
And for an instant, before fear rushed us
out of its way and pushed us
back inside our tent,
that wandering skunk
beneath the falling heavens
was a wondrous sight.
© Joseph Saling and The New Word Mechanic, 2004, 2012.