Monday, April 5, 2010

it was not a comet, not this time





it was not a comet, not this time,
nor was it one of our very own
shooting stars,

you know the ones,

they streak across the southern sky
usually when we are out,
around this time.

an hour or so before dawn,
solitary stances, interrupted—
jolt, thrust and bang, bang,
they are shaken and then are gone;

shudder first,
undulate, later on;

it was so then, and oddly enough,
also now, once again.


2 comments:

Wine and Words said...

"Solitary stances...interrupted." I like this, as it feels kin right now, sister to me. Seems like everything cyles, "was then...once again." Sometimes I wish I could get of the marry-go-round!

Thanks for stopping by my place. I'll be back!

Noxalio said...

Wine and Words - yes,
it feels as though
it is one big wheel, no?
time and space and all.

hard to step off,
i know.

thank you too
for stopping by.