The earth cried upward
As gravity slept .
Tears shed from lampposts
And house lights wept.
All eyes were closed
When the tears were shed
And streaked like meteors
To the sky instead.
Arose like fireworks
But slow as a brush stroke,
Without a finale
Into the nights dark cloak.
The earth cried upward
From every lamppost and car,
Every fire,
Reflection,
TV screen and star.
To ask the sun
From our dusty floor,
For a swift return,
For one day more.
I took this picture of the city as I was descending a mountain at night, and my hand shook. The result was inspiring.
