May 15, 2015
Restless at night, I stepped out
on the deck. High in the black
between a blink and the next, a bright
orange speck streaked
left-to-right on an earthward slant.
It burned out before it could reach
the treetops, before I could think
two words for it—tiny torch,
match struck and unlit
so quick, after so long coming
to this. I looked to my left
to see if you’d witnessed the glowing
sign in the dark—my flash of madness,
spark of a wish in your absence.
Jed Myers is a Philadelphian living in Seattle. Two of his poetry collections, The Nameless (Finishing Line Press) and Watching the Perseids (winner of the 2013 Sacramento Poetry Center Book Award), are 2014 publications. He’s received Southern Indiana Review’s Mary C. Mohr Editors’ Award, the Literal Latte Poetry Award, a Pushcart Prize nomination, and, in the UK, a Forward Prize nomination. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Nimrod International Journal, I-70 Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Crab Orchard Review, Lyre Lyre, The Citron Review, and elsewhere. He works as a psychiatrist with a therapy practice and teaches at the University of Washington. Visit him at http://jedmyers.com/ .