17 - meteor

​The most magnificent 
Meteor shower fired overhead
While we lay safely 
Unconscious tucked up in bed
Like the full eclipse we almost 
Saw through a battleship sky
Or the conjunction of planets
That always seems to pass us by
Miracles are always happening
But somewhere else
Like beautiful poetry books
Crouching unread on a shelf
A series of nuclear explosions
Ninety million miles away
Is visible over the horizon
At the beginning of every day
Here it is a crime and a sin
To even think of being bored
Where the beauty of existence
is happy to be ignored.