Headlight on the Hilltop

author's note:

I’m living in outer space.  But so is everyone else.


HEADLIGHT ON THE HILLTOP

Yeah—
what I saw was probably
just a car headlight
switching from low to bright
up there atop the hill.

Nonetheless
the sight thrilled my heart
and hypnotized my eyes.

So when the light blinked off
a minute or so later
I searched the heavens
hoping it might reappear.

But no—
all I saw was a litter of stars.

But so many—
more than I could possibly take in.

Once again
I realized my little mind
could never ever even begin to comprehend
this grand production
called
“The Universe”.

Once again I thought:
I’m but a wee bit of stardust
in an endless ocean of wonder.

Yeah, probably just a headlight
switching from low to bright.

But a blessed event, nonetheless
because I used that flash
to remind myself:

We’re just a miniscule drop in the cosmos.

But that means:

we’re part of something magnificently mysterious.

And that means:

like all the other pieces
you and I are beautiful secrets.

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Spirits of the Earth & Sky

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“Is that a light in the sky or just a spark in my heart?”
                -- Graham Parker


SPIRITS OF THE EARTH & SKY

Today I carefully studied
a video clip of a silver light
zigging
       and zagging
and zinging
through the night sky.

I felt eerily amazed
but also confused--

what could be the purpose
of such erratic movement?

But I refused to ponder too long
and again turned my eyes down
to try to understand an erratic human
who often seems alien—though he is me.

You said you once watched
a cluster of stargazers chanting
“Descend to us, beings of peace!
  Descend to us, beings of peace!"

But the light above
abruptly shut off
as if to say: save your own selves.

I say:
Let’s encounter ourselves
and end our alienation:
when I know myself better
and you know more of you
I will know you and you, me.
Perhaps then
we’ll be able to see a design
in all our zigging and zagging
and zinging.

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