Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Eta Aquarids

On the peak of Eta Aquarids,
the entire universe skipping bed
in exchange for a shooting star
(except for me),
he wakes me up at two,
because he can't see East
from any of his windows
and maybe I could lend him
one of my wishes.

At two in the morning
on the peak of Eta Aquarids
we haven't seen each other in ages.
I tell him about my encounter
with Comet Halley in 1986
and how I finally understand
some things are not meant to stay. 
He continues not loving me,
but that's no longer on my list.

3 comments:

  1. Wide and deep poem about the brightness in our lives! Wonderful.

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  2. The last two lines put the lid of the poem so well. Boundless space reduced to the finite nature of human relationships.

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  3. no one writes of ache like you, Kenia ~

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