The Meteor | Grove Koger
When my mother was young
she visited Charleston
and saw something marvelous
late one evening:
a meteor streaking up
out of the east
seemingly out of the water
out of the black Atlantic
and rising to the zenith
where it disintegrated
silently
into a dozen smaller meteors that
disappeared in the pale west.
This would have been
shortly before she met my father
But another time
when she retold the story
it was shortly afterward.
Then another time she saw the meteor in
Savannah.
Perhaps she dreamt the meteor
and after a time it became real.
Or perhaps I dreamt it
and gave the memory to her.
Perhaps she’ll visit me tonight
in my sleep to thank me
for giving her
such a marvelous memory.
she visited Charleston
and saw something marvelous
late one evening:
a meteor streaking up
out of the east
seemingly out of the water
out of the black Atlantic
and rising to the zenith
where it disintegrated
silently
into a dozen smaller meteors that
disappeared in the pale west.
This would have been
shortly before she met my father
But another time
when she retold the story
it was shortly afterward.
Then another time she saw the meteor in
Savannah.
Perhaps she dreamt the meteor
and after a time it became real.
Or perhaps I dreamt it
and gave the memory to her.
Perhaps she’ll visit me tonight
in my sleep to thank me
for giving her
such a marvelous memory.