A star fell in the field behind our house
But it fell silently,
Only lighting up the sky for an instant.
I was lucky to have been watching the night
And see the flash come.
I went to see our son
Asleep in his bed
He slept softly, gently, unaware of the universe.
His mother sits reading by a window.
When she was young, she fell in love with a statue of Jesus
In Saint Patricks
She took me to see the church, and I looked at the statue
Jesus stood, thin, melancholy, beautiful.
She told me the story of how she would come and pray
Because she loved his face.
She looks up and smiles at me
And the world spins as if I am drunk in a dream.
I walk out into the night field
And look for the star.
I find a glow in the woods, but as I go there, the light flickers and disappears
Like a fairy, fleeing mortal interference.
I stay a while by the pond, listening to the frogs sing.
The stars, less one, burning and secure in the blue-black sky,
Reflect in the water.
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