Meteor Man

Flat on his back, on the hood of his car,

A friend of mine watches, and counts, meteors.

Many nights each year, and several hours each night,

He carefully records their brightness and color, their path of flight.

 

A sudden blinding flash punctuates the equilibrium of night,

But fewer yet will notice: our technology hides so much from sight.

Look at him working, catch as catch can,

A great amateur scientist, this meteor man!

David Oesper