LIGHTFIELDS
A Poem by Courtney Moody
The Perseids are back. It’s nice to know they’re back to visit us, the ones who carve stillness out
of the circuits of this world. They can sparkle and wink at us. We can catch meteors on our
tongues and pretend they’re Red Hots and Pop Rocks. Then our eyes will crackle and our ears
will smoke, and when the smoke turns into a cathedral of clouds, we can fill our lungs and taste the divine.