A night
worth
keeping.
There is a particular kind of attention that begins when you lie down and let the sky become the whole view.
This notebook keeps a few moments from an imagined meteor watch.
North meadow.
A blanket. Two thermoses.
No hurry.
A blanket. Two thermoses.
No hurry.
The watching field / a schematic sky, not a navigation chart
Select an illustrative radiant
Things the
dark made visible.
The last blue leaves the western edge. A bicycle passes beyond the hedge.
A bright trail, brief enough that pointing seems unnecessary.
Three quiet minutes. We agree these belong in the notebook, too.
The thermos is empty. The sky is not.
We came to count the meteors.
We stayed for the intervals.