Your neck gets tired
after looking up for so long
in a field in the middle of nowhere,
but you
can’t 
stop
watching
the meteors shoot across the clear night’s sky.

You get chilly
and finally pull on a sweatshirt
asfastasyoucan
because you
don’t 
want
to 
miss
one
with a sweeping tail
or one that’s brilliantly red.

You give in to gravity and the muscle cramp in your neck
and lay on the dew wet hood of the car,
but even so you have to constantly
turn
your
head
to catch all of them
falling so fast, all at once.

They fill your eyes
so that later, much later,
when you close them
you
still
see
the Perseids,
and you think

there is so much wonder
here
in the middle of nowhere.