Orionid shower

I counted seven meteors, but it was just after midnight Monday. I guess that was Tuesday.

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K-12

Children, study small things, the ordinary common things
but elusive, as stars peripherally visible
to eyes focused upon Orion's silver belt

regular but startling, as the receding tide at Portsmouth
and muddy water paddled by orange legs of the swans

plain but exquisite, as a rock wall looped with oolitic limestone
tan and gray, somewhere near Tuscaloosa

small and familiar, as brown spots on old hands or
white cataractic rings around old irises

breath-taking—green-gold of new leaves—
pink toes and fingers of a new-born—

Children, small things are where to look for God.

 

By JRC, 10/22/14 (A poem in progress)