Make Good Art.

-Neil Gaiman

Monday, August 13, 2012

Perseids

I wanted to write a poem
about how I went to the woods
to watch a meteor shower
and commune with the universe
Then I looked at that sentence
"commune with the universe"
and realized that it makes me sound
like an asshole. Like someone who believes
in healing through energy fields and crystals
instead of antibiotics and good hygiene.

Instead I will write a poem
about how I went to the woods
to a cabin my family has had for generations.
Where for many summers, I swam
and ate raspberries off the bush,
fished and grew sunburned.
And how this time I drank beer.
And my oldest friend came
and some new ones joined us
and we watched a meteor shower.
And how, for the time, it was enough.

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