Member Poem

Do you remember
the meteor shower, Daniel?
Shower is a bad word for it.
Maybe more like a slow drip.
You and I
trying to stay awake
driving across New York state,
west to east,
while the others slept.
 
Sometimes life is the experience,
sometimes it’s the memory,
sometimes it’s the stories
years later.
 
I know you’ll never forget
falling from the sky,
together,
only yards, and seconds
apart,
other men strapped to us,
to guide our freefall
and slow descent,
a risk and adventure
we took together.
 
Meteors zip across the sky.
The best ones
are the ones we see together.
Maybe there were only five or six of those.
Did you see that one?
Some last long enough to share.
 
Our lives overlap.
They streak across the sky.
Bright lights
on the dark ebony night.