Fire Ball Flying in the Sky
Janet Kuypers
10/27/25
I couldn’t have been as old as ten.
Per usual, I was awake long after bedtime.
If I wasn’t listening to my AM radio,
I was looking at the tiny window near the top of the wall.
It was one tiny little window —
Maybe one foot tall,
Three feet wide,
The only window in my bedroom.
That had to violate every fire code,
But that’s what you get
When you built your own home back in the day,
You could set your own rules.
Well, one night, when I was really little
I looked out the little window
And I swear to god, I saw a fireball
Streaking across a part of the sky.
It wasn’t large.
But I could see this red object,
Looking like its in flames,
Moving across the sky.
And I couldn’t have been ten years old
As I watched this object burning across the sky.
I never bothered explaining this to my family,
Because—
Who knows what it was,
And who knows what I saw—
And who would believe me anyway.
—
I explained this once
To the man I love,
And he asked about the date,
The year,
Anything.
At the time, he lived on the other side
Of the United states, but he said
He remembered seeing a
Fireball in the sky like that then too.
I don’t know if he saw what I saw,
If we both gazed up at the same sky that one night,
Both seeing this freak occurrence in the night sky —
Or if he said that
Because,
Maybe he loves me
As much as I love him.
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