In this sliver of the great expanse of the sky, it finally happened.

The auroras glimmer, bright green columns project a tessellated architecture. . .

some seconds it looked like a pulsing current lived through them,

as if the lights were breathing: their body undulates and contracts through the sky like a slinking cat,

and I imagine them dancing above the curvature of our earth, claws piercing like vast needles through the atmosphere,

and I, a little spec of nothing, inconsequential,

touched a divine dislodged thread

and then myself became a part of this fabric, if not only for a second.

September 2021

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