
The Body is Lonely
City lightsshine
outside the windows
making an aural gleam
above my tree lined
neighborhood.
On nocturnal walks I search
for Venus and Mars, marvel
at The Seven Sisters
when they allow a peek,
map the moon’s walk across
the sky,the chains of gravity
holding down my feet.
In late fall I set
my alarm to watch the Geminids
streak through one small pane,
wishing I was on their meteoric
ride laughing at all
the earth-bound lights beneath.
(Title taken from Doriane Laux’s poem “Fall”.)
Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow for this prompt.