Perseids
by Jenelle R. D’Alessandro
for Eden
The night you were to be born
we drove up Angeles Crest to throw
down blankets and crane our necks
to the north sky, to see just one
we were sure the hem of the dark
would fray its edges—
would fray or burst the seams
of the horizon—I’ve heard
a meteor is only an ancient pinch
of sand, maybe a pure silver dollar
of fire light, scrawling sure arcs
across the sky. Is each
an announcement? We listen—
strident eyes on one dot
in the northwest—
and this is a truth
for life—in rest, remain
focused on a fixed point.
We wait for the luminescence
to write itself across the tents
like orange birthday candles
side long—melted edges
and perfect lines strung across the night,
drawing in a breath, draped
between the ground and the double-
cream moon.
Photo by Madhuvan Yadav on Unsplash
Jenelle R. D’Alessandro is a Ph.D. student at Fuller Theological Seminary, studying Hebrew Bible with a focus on poetry, translation theory, and cultural memory. Her poems have been published by Verbivoracious Press, The Cactus Salon, Pidgeonholes, and elsewhere online.