heavenward by Madison Huskey

if it wasn’t
so dark,
you would see
the three of us

heads craned
back, eyes
heavenward
scanning the sky

for the once
in a century comet
with seven
minutes to catch

the breeze
is gentle
as our voices,
as a prayer

i couldn’t tell you what we spoke of

there’s warmth
in the accidental
brush of an arm,
a sacred act

that i miss even as it happens

you would hear
our laughter
ringing up,
ringing out

putting even the
cricket choir, the
whip-poor-will
to shame

did we actually miss it?

maybe
we’ll reconvene
in the next
lifetime