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| Night sky, sans meteors, Mont Tremblant, photo by N. Halin |
Cicadas sing the moon bright. Clouds
skin the night, sealing stars
on the wrong side. Somewhere
meteors shed velocity for heat
in an unequal exchange that renders
distant travelers to dust. The last time
I saw the Perseids, I was as round
as a planet, believed that we
created our own gravity. The universe
describes a larger orbit than any
astronomer can trace and even
when streetlights pretend to outshine
meteors, it doesn't take my belief
in the perfect sky to make it so.
—LJ Cohen, 2016
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