Shooting Stars

Sometimes I lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling

and sometimes it’s ants marching across

and sometimes it’s spiders swinging from the rafters

and sometimes I walk outside and look up at the stars

and sometimes there are airplanes

and sometimes it’s distant satellites

but sometimes it’s shooting stars

and I remember looking for shooting stars

when I was in Baghdad and couldn’t sleep

and could use a wish or two to get me through

but there were only those suicide fireflies,

that laser light show

never stop, always go

and looking up at the stars now,

I wonder what would have happened

if I drove off the base one night

and kept going until I ran out of gas

or out of  luck

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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