We live close to the 42nd parallel.
Hitch-hiking isn’t necessary.
My son and I could walk
to the answer of the universe.
This orb wrapped and warped
in time zones in which
we are set in the illusion
of stop motion frames.
Nothing ever stops.
The rain pelts and the planets
carousel the egotistical sun.
We are under it half as much.
Is Greenland’s melted ice
coming down and overflowing
our pond’s aperture?
Such a small lens it is.
We stood in awe
of the celestial
apparition.
We Pointed
guiding words
of wonder.
The glowing curtain
danced and skipped
in the northern sky.
It hung nervous
in its translucent
evening gown.
The ghost furled
in the folds of
the wind.
Together we strained
to see the mystery
of us.
“The aurora borealis is a wonder, truly, and, as captured here, in landscape photographer Ole C. Salomonsen‘s 2012 stop-motion film, Celestial Lights Viewed From Earth, it will leave you in awe.” Maureen Dollas
Thanks to Maureen Dollas for reminding me of this celestial wonder. http://writingwithoutpaper.blogspot.com/
We stood in awe
of the celestial
apparition.
We Pointed
guiding words
of wonder.
The glowing curtain
danced and skipped
in the northern sky.
It hung nervous
in its translucent
evening gown.
The ghost furled
in the folds of
the wind.
Together we strained
to see the mystery
of us.
For my son Nathan on his 23rd birthday. 23rd?! Ah time, you have aged me again.
© Gerald Allen Barrett
Gerald the Writer 