The Fieldstone Review

Recipe for Stargazing in Concord

First thing is to find Orion,
how impatient lovers reach,
by the hips. Stop to hope
passing headlights will pass.
Separate blinking wings
from the slower flush
of satellite. Settle into
the folds of lawn chair,
crick neck, wrap arms for
warmth, ponder the insistence
of nightbirds restless as
we. Marvel, finally, not
only at how our eyes grasp light
as much by the distances between,
but also at the joy of comity
as we trace the same shooting star.

for Jack