From the collection Picture Making, published 2017. The three photos served as the inspiration for the poem. For more information, look here.
a silver ball of shiny foil squeezed up tight
crinkled where it’s not cratered
lands on the dark surface of the planet
and rolls. The ranks of
impassive identical observers
take note of its unique skipping motion
as the meteorite bumps along.
We’ve got stacks and stacks
of round things that rolled.
When they came to a halt
We piled them up behind the garage.
The meteorite tumbles on
its journey not over
until it decides
behind the garage