Motes, castoff scraps of solar system stuff,
Specks inconsiderable, yet enough
To coruscate. Around our planet comes,
A yearly, fire-eyed impresario
Bent on refashioning each humble grain
Into a drop of incandescent rain,
The star of its own brief but brilliant show.
We snag bits of debris in high, thin air
And frenzy them to glow and disappear.
Some drill our night sky, lunge with white-hot spears,
Others trace threads as fine as baby hair.
Alike to dainty wisp and lancing thrust
We Ahhh! – dust amply entertained by dust.
~ Chris O’Carroll
(originally published in Iambs & Trochees)
Chris O’Carroll is a writer and an actor. His poems have appeared in 14 by 14, Light, Literary Review, Measure, The Rotary Dial, and other print and online journals, and in the anthologies The Best of the Barefoot Muse and 20 Years at the Cantab Lounge.
Guest editor: Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg is the 2009-13 Kansas Poet Laureate, author or editor of 19 books, and founder of this site.