Autumn House Press

Perseid

August meteor shower

While they’re here I hold them
like my breath. They deepen the sky
like blood in my body, I’m glad to offer
my body like this — a small craft
over fields of water, where light can fall, be lost, be caught,
be held.
I’m naked in my chair,
facing the window.
If I were outside I’d want to look up
and see someone naked in every window.
I think we need
the difficult river, we need the absence of tenderness
so love can come like shooting stars
if it comes.