My father wakes me up at 2 am.
I am awake in an instant, mind and eyes clear
as though sleep is but a blanket.
My father puts a finger to his lips
and motions silently at the door
then retreats downstairs.
I pad to my closet and gather my thick, heavy clothing.
When I come downstairs, my father is already waiting
with a steaming thermos and lawn chairs.
The starting of the car sends ripples through the emptiness of sound.
We arrive at a large field.
I have no idea where it is.
My father sets up the lawn chairs
and I bring the thermos.
Our breath mists out
as we watch the stars
My father sees one
a streak of fiery light
and nudges me just in time to see it.
My mouth opens in an O as I follow it across the heavens.
More begin to fall, and more
the soft rain of a meteor shower.
I steal a glance at the person who brought me here
staring with fascination at the same show I am.
My father and I sit side by side
and watch the stars fall.