Out from rock and canyon ash, castle towers and city lights
reach toward the nightly cosmos. My friend and I,
we make haste to catch this vision, our meteor shower, our heaven--
Till the counselors pull down the tarp, obscuring all that future from us.
We drop our camera and canvas, trapped in that total eclipse.
The camp is hypnotized by a black-and-white film projection on the tarp.
Yet my friend and I strive--there are dances in autumn's flaming leaves
without burning, there are eagle wings for soaring on this side
of the sun, there are homes in the wild and laughter in the trees,
and oceanic new Jupiters and Neptunes arise at the edge of the world.