On the Dock

We are moored to the dock
Lost in the Milky Way

I feel so far away from home
Where we can’t see the stars

We oooh and aaah at shooting stars

This is better than the Macy’s
Fourth of July fireworks

Like a child
I want to wish upon a star

So many stars are twinkling
I am lost in the Milky Way

I feel so small
Under this vast celestial canopy

I want to sleep outside
Be embraced by this
But then someone points out
Ursa Major and Ursa Minor
And I’ve already heard too many tales
Of black bears
They are on the ground here

And then someone howls like a coyote
And it echoes across the cosmos
I will pine for this place

We share this brief history of time

And I think of the big bang theory
And I imagine a great explosion
And stars scattering across the galaxy
And I want to travel
Into a black hole
For this moment tells me
That I won’t be destroyed
That I’ll live among the stars
And that one night
Moored to a dock
Will see me
A shooting star
Shoot across the galaxy


About William Eric Waters, aka Easy Waters

Award-winning poet, playwright and writer. Author of three books of poetry, "Black Shadows and Through the White Looking Glass: Remembrance of Things Past and Present"; "Sometimes Blue Knights Wear Black Hats"; "The Black Feminine Mystique," and a novel, "Streets of Rage." All four books are available on Amazon.com.
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1 Response to On the Dock

  1. Diallo says:

    Well done Mr. Waters



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