On the Dock

We are moored to the dock
Supine
Stargazing
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
Soon
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
Someone
Moored to a dock
Supine
Stargazing
Will see me
A shooting star
Shoot across the galaxy

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About William Eric Waters, aka Easy Waters

William Eric Waters is an award-winning poet, fiction writer, essayist, educator, criminal-justice scholar, and nonprofit executive. Writing as William E. Waters, he is the author of the epic poem Black Shadows and Through the White Looking Glass and three poetry collections: Sometimes Blue Knights Wear Black Hats, The Black Feminine Mystique, and The Black Blood of Poetry. Under the pen name Easy Waters, he is the author of the novel Streets of Rage and the short-story collection Conundrums: Stories of Law & Justice. His work explores Black history, race, law, punishment, institutional power, accountability, redemption, and resilience.
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1 Response to On the Dock

  1. Diallo's avatar Diallo says:

    Well done Mr. Waters

    Diallo

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