Watching Shooting Stars

"Shower at 3 a.m."
When the deep blue expanse exhales,

the blazing stones that have lingered

beyond my eyes for centuries in

willing submission

are sent on their way.

As the sky hollows its lungs,

loosens its grip,

the stars shoot off gratefully,

my eys losing the chase, and they

disappear forever to me.

In this rare and unfiltered

segment of our humble lives

we pause to pay our respects to

what is greater than us, and it

sends its regard our way.

The stars in their tiny form outnumber

the count of our eyes.

So, too, are we.