Celestials

My relationship with the sky

Celestials

Sitting,
far away from home
in a classroom scented with the kerosene soaked chammys
we used to clean the blackboards,
I saw a loony moon.

Driving
Home from a prairie wedding dance,
the car almost stalling in the crackling cold,
curtains of shooting colours singing,
We idled the car and watched for hours.

Standing,
In the field far from the house lights
My daughter and I tracked Kahoutek;
It was the only thing we could stand to do together.

Slouching,
In the dark on the deck in an Adirondack chair,
With only a cigarette,
Thighs numb with cold,
Oscillating pinpricks of light
And a silver dime of moon
In my constant sky.