The fifteenth poem-a-day prompt is “One Time,” which of course led me to think, “That one time, at band camp…”
Of course, that is a well-trodden road.
I went to my past for a glimpse into the infinite.
Once, when fireworks blazed in the night sky,
they dimmed the stars with their phosphorescence,
and, lying on a blanket on the long summer grass,
the smell of clover and Shasta daisies
permeating the warm air,
I felt the earth moving beneath me,
felt the massiveness of the world
and the infinity of the stars
and the smallness of