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Star Fall

I caught a star in the act of falling.

A silvery streak of light on the dark sky scrim.

Its more sedate sisters holding a steady pinprick ~ or a coy twinkle.

But this one!

This one wanted the adventure of blazing

for the merest of seconds

   to live in a glory of light.


And I, feet bound to earth, might have missed it

Had I even blinked.

O turned my head.

Or had I not been




To be there. To be here.

To be very present to catch stars when they fall.  

And a flower when it sings.

A rock as it whispers.

To hear the swish of bird wings in flight.

To watch sunsets and sunrises as they circle around my life.

To not miss anything in life – not even sleep.


“Look up at me,” sighs the sky as pale cold dawn dims the stars

And wind chills the edges of Time

blowing away any pretense of yesternight.

Original photography by Dorothy Barkley Bryson, Christmas Day 2023. "Shooting Star" Lalique Crystal purchased in the year 2000.

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