The Perseids are dim
from the valley floor.
I needed to climb away
from light.
You are always up
for adventure.
We drank decaf mochas.
Trusted my cell phone
to ward off evil.
I drove, you sat shotgun,
my guide through dark
roads. We pulled over at a dead
end, then beside a field.
The stars were all over us.
But none fell.

I took you home.
Later, coming down Hwy. 50,
I glimpsed a single meteor.

You are as bright a streak
in my night.

Poetry