With a million stars all around
the Perseids scratch like claws
striking sparks across the atmosphere.
Nighthawks chase gnats around our heads
swooping close to our faces, and
we lie back on this dark globe
watching it turn without feeling it.
Earth’s rotation falls behind
the Space Station’s orbit which cuts
between the open pincers of Scorpius.
At midnight the wind is still
desert-warm on the summit and
hunters rustle in the chaparral,
only atoms compared to Orion
who has seen the scorpion
and already fled.
For the dVerse prompt: “choose some lyrics, preferably one line from a favorite song and grow your own poem from it.” So I have used “Peaceful Easy Feeling” by Jack Tempchin:
“And I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight
With a million stars all around”