Reality Star
Lying on my back, the damp
grass tickled arms and legs
as my father pointed out
summer constellations. Draco
the Dragon, Andromeda,
Cassiopeia and Ursa Major
emerged from a black canvas
when he traced lines with his finger
between pricks of light. I studied
mythology, followed Orion in winter,
marveled at chartreuse aurora borealis
flames, the Perseids Meteor shower,
a comet, and the eclipse of the sun.
Astronomer, I planned, poking one eye
into a telescope at the moon’s craters,
until middle school math and science
courses broke the lens and sent me
back to earth to repair my career
optical illusion with refracting glue.
Kim King©2015
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