#noctilucent clouds
Nocturne
Tenuous tendrils stretch across the sky
like telephone lines, electric blue
and bold enough to stand against a usual dark.
Too high in the sky to be seen by daylight eyes,
their light comes from the bottom up,
like a mirage on a hot day, the heat
rises and turns the air into shimmer,
and they do. Almost auroral but not quite:
sibling, or cousin maybe - bland in its single
hue, that electric blue, those fingers
reaching only to clutch either each other
or the void they float in: an island of light
among the darkness.
Somewhere, there is a star with my name on it.
The telephone wires chart me a path to it.
But every time I pick up the phone,
it just keeps ringing.
And then the clouds dissipate.
And the line goes dead.
And I am left alone again
as if I wasn’t alone to begin with.