*I SAW TWO SATELLITES MEET IN THE TULSA SKY

 

Blinking the way satellites blink

The sun reflecting off their solar panels

As they twist through space

One from the east

One from the west

Then they descended

Delicately

Drifting between the stars

A thousand feathers falling

Disappearing into the Tulsa night

I followed them

Walking for three hours

Through dimly lit back alleys

Along sycamore streets

Until I heard the call of a whippoorwill

Out of place in the concrete city

If not for an overgrown field

Next to the railroad tracks

That’s where I found a path of feathers

I followed them, picking up each one

Putting them in my pocket

Over a bridge

To the Brady Arts District

Vibrating, redemptive

I followed the path, collar up

Hands in pockets

Caressing the soft feathers

Then I saw them at a pub

Sitting in a corner

Trying to be inconspicuous

But illuminated, sparkly and bright

Their feathers touching

Wondering how could it be

That they were part of that cosmic miracle

For a brief moment in time

*similar version published in The Furious Gazelle

"I wonder what that meteor [the Ahnigito] has seen on its journey to earth, and it amazes me.  It fills me with a sense of wonder to know how little I am, how little time I exist, and somehow my heart and capacity to love and be loved matters.  It really matters."

                        -F