Conversation With Space Junk
I backpacked a chair
to the top of a hill
far away
from the city
one thermos had Earl Grey tea
another black coffee and
a flask of the good
for
the wee hours
of morning
with the city lights in the distance
the universe was
mine to gaze upon
settled in the cool night air
Earl Grey tea and Blueberry bun
I saw something fly past
that was not officially there
it was
a weather balloon
ball lightening
space junk
reflection of the moon on a cloud
after I seen it
I spiked a second cup
grabbed my glass and was looking up
as a small fire ball
stopped
on its fall
and
hovered in space
heard someone’s heart race
mine
it
like a picture of a mine
looked like metal but
seemed to be stone
it glowed on the edges
my telescope put me there
in the air
so close
then it turned
and burned a
path across the sky in the blink of an eye
it went blur
it was there
it was here
so close I felt the heat
felt the heat
think I wet my pants
no
it was spilled tea
I could hear as
someone walked
down path of light
night air crackled in step
might have ran
but had no strength
no will
I
felt safe
heard a voice with a familiar tone
a hand passed me a stone
too many
words
too fast
at first
questions answered
and questions asked
hours passed
I wondered where is
the sun
according to my watch
it was late
he laughed as he ate
a Blue berry bun
sipped Earl Grey tea
said to me
he travels between time
within a Nova-field
made from a piece of a Neutron star
in 10,000 years man will go far
all around us
time stood still
when he left
I waited on the hill
for sunrise
just in case
Copyright © Dc Bursey | Year Posted 2017
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