The Body is Lonely

City lights shine 
outside the windows 
making an aural gleam
above my tree lined 
neighborhood. 
On nocturnal walks I search 
for Venus and Mars, marvel 
at The Seven Sisters 
when they allow a peek,
map the moon’s walk across 
the sky,the chains of gravity 
holding down my feet.
In late fall I set 
my alarm to watch the Geminids 
streak through one small pane, 
wishing I was on their meteoric
ride laughing at all 
the earth-bound lights beneath.

(Title taken from Doriane Laux’s poem “Fall”.)

Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow for this prompt.