Waiting for me

At some point in the past,

a small piece of rock was nudged,

pulled from it’s orbit somewhere beyond Mars.

Some unseen gravitational force seizing it.

For years or millennia it drifted,

pulled ever inward towards the Sun.

Then as it passed Earth it was caught,

pulled downward through the atmosphere to burn out

in a brilliant stream of flame.

A celestial act played out before my eyes.

It was a small event, insignificant,

almost mundane.

However I’ve come to consider it’s impact on me

somewhat more profound.

An awakening of sorts.

A considering of the collective events that put me there

at that time to witness what had transpired over

such an impossibly long track of time.

And a realization of the part we play in this universe

and my inability to truly comprehend

the immense grandeur of it all.