As Ben states, clever poetry that makes you ponder. This poem even has the word 'mysterious in it! To me I see shooting stars appearing in random places, in a random order. They connect to the universe, well they do that to me. What else do they achieve? Oh yes, a stiff neck!
Or maybe passing obsessions could be the annual birthday? Happy Birthday, Michael. I hope you see a shooting star tonight.
Thank you Michael for posting this and allowing me to ponder.