Shealynn - Atmosphere

Atmosphere

Sitting on the dock, facing the Northern Lights,

The lake is quiet, dark only with the glow of the moon

Yet it mirrors that dusty starry Milky Way night,

Complete with the Big and Little Dippers, those silvery spoons.


One cannot hear the howl of the solar winds high in the sky

Nor the storm cells brewing in the Troposphere;

You can see the airplanes flying nigh and high

Along the jet streams that rush through the Stratosphere.


Counting the shooting stars racing in the Mesosphere

Brilliant white light with a streaming tail

Only to blink and see it disappear

A sight only an eclipse or Halley’s Comet could pale.


Satellites floating by and rockets speeding to a distant place,

Overwhelming thoughts of other worlds in the universe prevail

Something that could cause a look of fear on one’s face

But you only remain calm and deeply inhale.


I look over and give you a questioning stare,

All the while knowing there’s an unsaid feeling in the air.


Shealynn, age 16