i sat and watched the heavens sweep by my motionless head and again become overtaken by the night. sometimes it can be nice to be made to feel inconsequential. somehow i take comfort in the fact that nothing i could ever do will make one ripple of difference in the thick sap of my surroundings. so too is that true of a meteor. as my back froze up like the dew on the leaves underfoot i came to realize that i could very well forget what i had just witnessed and it too would have little consequence. a bursting streak of light in the sky is not a symbol upon which to rest significance or belief or hope or a wish. it's been years since i've made a wish. i've come to know that all of the wishes are thrown like corked bottles into the night and sink into the sap of our surroundings and sit in stasis, waiting to be removed and uncorked years later in a fit of hazy nostalgia and brutal disappointment, only to find the seals unbroken, the messages unread, the hopes unfounded and the wishes inconsequential.