The Perseids Versus The Jaded

After a while,
nothing feels new
because it’s not.

I stop being tolerant
of people discovering
what I already know to be ageless,
forgetting how it felt
when I discovered it —

it all becomes wearying,
the blah, blah, blah
of wow, this is so
important, so cool,
so brand spanking new
and I know damn well it’s not —

but then I recall how I’ve seen
meteors before,
more than once,
even one that burned green
and showed sparks
and skipped across the whole sky;

and I’ll certainly step out tonight to see them anyway.

And I would certainly cry
to see anyone else see one
for the first time.