Minnesotans! There’s plenty of room in my FREE workshop this coming Tuesday, March 25, 6-9 pm Central: Mapping the Unmapped. This workshop is offered free of charge and designed for anyone living in the wake of loss: of a loved one, a job, a home, a relationship, a long-cherished dream, your physical or mental health. Click here for more information and to register. All are welcome, no writing experience necessary.  (Non-Minnesotans, note that I will be adding these to my workshop offerings in the future, and they will always be free.)

A long time ago my dog and I got up at 3 am and drove north out of the city because I wanted to see the Perseid meteor shower, which was intense that year. By the time we reached our destination (the entrance to a closed state park) and parked, the meteors were streaking down the sky. I sat on the hood of my car and watched them.

Gradually the bottom half of the sky was swallowed up by clouds, while above the clouds the meteors streaked silently on. Within minutes all I could see was darkness. I pictured the meteors behind the clouds, silently falling through space, burning themselves out in blackness.

When I need to remember I’m part of something much bigger, full of mystery and beauty and far beyond my tiny human life, I remember that night.

Interval, by Jeffrey Harrison

Sometimes, out of nowhere, it comes back,
that night when, driving home from the city,
having left the nearest streetlight miles behind us,

we lost our way on the back country roads
and found, when we slowed down to read a road sign,
a field alive with the blinking of fireflies,

and we got out and stood there in the darkness,
amazed at their numbers, their scattered sparks
igniting silently in a randomness

that somehow added up to a marvel
both earthly and celestial, the sky
brought down to earth, and brought to life,

a sublunar starscape whose shifting constellations
were a small gift of unexpected astonishment,
luminous signalings leading us away

from thoughts of where we were going
or coming from, the cares that often drive us
relentlessly onward and blind us

to such flickering intervals when moments
are released from their rigid sequence
and burn like airborne embers, floating free.

Click here for more information about Jeffrey Harrison. Today’s poem first appeared in his book Feeding the Fire, published in 2001 by Sarabande Books.
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