The news reports have us out
by the side of the house
craning our necks to the northeast
where Cassiopeia is slung between
a telegraph pole and the chestnut tree.
Behind us, the television
is flickering through the curtains
as we wait for the Perseids to show.
We get plenty of time to debate
that light beetling across the sky —
are satellites visible to the naked eye?
And while we’re here perhaps
I should point out the broken chute
where sparrows nest year in, year out,
and the snails streaking across the wall,
intent on their own galaxy.
* Tom Moore is from Midleton, Co Cork, and has worked in the Department of Biochemistry, UCC, since 2000. This poem is a former prizewinner in the Gregory O’Donoghue International Poetry Competition which is now open again. See www.munsterlit.ie for details.
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