My dearest Comet,
Where are you?
For weeks,
I have strained my neck and my eyes
To query the stars
Of your return.
The pages of my ephemeris
Are dog-eared and smudged.
I have become
An astrologer.
Some say
You are an eccentric comet,
Others,
That you are simply lost.
In my heart
I am sure
You are safe and on your way.
I imagine you
As you must be now,
Blazing along
Your cosmic
Track
In smooth, elliptical space.
And so,
I continue
To scan the horizon
For a distant glimmer
Of your own special glow.
I will see you
When you near my planet
In the haunting light of dawn––
Remarkable for your silver subtlety
Hiding behind your celestial veil.