The streetlamp casts neon cells on the grass 

Pitri dishes glow orange,

       fixed in place ’til sunrise.

 

The night sky sits above, 

blank from skyscrapers. 

 

No place left in the world 

not clasped 

by            artificial light.

 

But you, crusader for invisible,

 

Drove a clan of kids 

to watch the Eclipse,

searched for the Lyrid above the mountain.

You checked the sky, craned your neck like a daddy bird

But the light (pollution) blocked your shower of stars.

 

One day, my love, 

I’ll take you to the darkest place I can find.