Light Shows

There is a man, older than I

above me looking

at the same show of lights

in the sky, meditating perhaps

or just sitting. All I know

is that he looks at these lights

as I do, and that he is above me.

There was a different time

when I was above him

and he was below,

and we were looking

at a different light show.

The way he looked,

then nudged a friend,

had a sense

not of meditation,

or idleness,

but of fear,

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s