Barbra Brady

The Night I Missed the Northern Lights

In Poetry, Things I Have Loved on March 24, 2012 at 7:21 pm

Northern Lights, Missoula, Montana. Photographer Brad Hutcheson

The one night I most wanted to be awake, I slept.

I slept through the ring of the phone, the old-fashioned kind, an alert of a sound.

I slept as he knocked on my door in an attempt to share the very skies with me.

One night in Missoula, he witnessed a celestial kaleidoscope.

I have the picture, and the memory of the play of life across his face as he told me

of what had passed overhead on the night I slept.

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