midnight meteor
on a red-eye flight back to sin city from shanghai, i peered out from my window seat and marveled longingly at the night sky. the beautiful night sky, the home i left thirty-three years ago for a moment to tread on earth.
a shooting star flew between the clouds and i made a wish, a request for a future that was uncertain, hoping that my closeness to the heavens would bring that future to tomorrow.
the future was seconds ago. that beautiful bright star that shone briefly but bright.
i remembered that star the most.
mid-through twenty-ten,
settling into thirty-three,
from departures to a single man,
the girl with the curly hair,
to june the first.
life asked that i sit and looked at his present,
his past has bid farewell while future is in slumber and asked not to wake.
no disagreements, no resistance,
surrendered, content,
bliss