13 August 2010
Perseids, Freight Trains and Priestsong
Glass of sweet red Llano wine, a cigar,
sitting on the front porch looking up
at Cygnus and Vega,
a train in the distance
lightly sounding its departure,
the six little flashes of light
would not have been worth the effort
if there had been any.
A warm and gentle Texas night.
Snuff the cigar and stay,
in the moment.
Minutes pass, a brilliant
green and white streak
all the way across
my view through the pecan trees.
Comes to mind,
Thou who hast made the Pleiades and Orion;
and then I think of priestsong and standing alone
singing intimately to God on behalf of others
No one else sees me now. More time passes.
I head inside,
thinking I can sleep.