Ode to the Perseids

(The Perseids are winding down after another glamorous show this year. They'll still be visible for a few more days, even though the peak just passed. A poem in honor of shooting stars)

Look up

Perseus is calling

Glare into celestial canopy

and look deep beyond meaning

Past twinkle and glimmer from so many years ago finally reaching your eyes

And you may catch a glance of tiny particles speaking

Like stones skipping across a pond

Of stardust and trails zooming through night sky in short heroic bursts

This moment has been waiting for you

Radiant point is northeast

These shooting stars skip across our invisible roof

and burn out and disintegrate

In such flashy fashion

Ephemeral and lingering in retina

their death rings like victory

and we are left in awe

of how epic their last words were

We dignify their deaths with wishes

and hopes

and rekindled lore and love towards space

For we are stuck here for now

and perhaps in that fleeting moment

we are exactly where we are meant to be

As our place in time and space coexists with something greater than random chance

Serendipity zooming particles reach out and we are more alive in their death

Look up

And face your fate

Look up

And dream that dream you are afraid to speak

Look up

You are entering new terrain

Look up

For you are meant to see that we too

are returning home.