We three boys waited that night for the stars to arrive
While our ash damped fire fizzled to a finish,
They tardily attended like reluctant pupils
Attention seeking Vega pin bright -
A hole punched in the black blue paper of the night.
Slowly the others shuffle on late for lessons
Not one then a sudden milky swirl frothing up
And over the cup like classroom hubbub.
We strain, necks cricked until we catch
Ourselves wordless all ashiver.
We stumble torchless to the tent
Only a topped pine in the distance
And the soothing hum of cars speeding late…
A father, two sons,
How many times
Has this scene been seen?
Giving nothing less
Than the universe
And our own
Wonder in it.