The Perseids
Pulled from our beds in the dark
Laid in the bed of the truck
On sleeping bags that smelled
Of bugspray and mildew
We were driven up the hill
Not quite awake yet
Not yet knowing why
We’d been not quite awoken
We lay on our backs under stars
That seemed hammered deep
Permanent in the firmament
But then one fell and then another
And then as if getting the idea
More and more like windfall fruit
Sweeping so close we ducked
As if from some celestial fist
So that was the reason why
We’d been taken from our beds
And driven up a hill in the dark
To see the very sky fall apart
And know that we were held