For Showers of Meteors and Hours of Rain 

 

We’ve waited patiently, and once again 
It seems we’ve lost our compass—going north 
We’ll have to find the north star… stars rain light 
On just and unjust gazers—new ideas 
Blow in, ideas local philosophers 
Could use, as soon as they’ve got time. 
Most non-philosophers just don’t “get” time… 
Happily, I’m here with you. Things we don’t speak 
Of—at least not aloud—outline us during our night. 

For Nina 
X.29.2022