Conversation

Later on, 

Neowise

Crossed the sky

I saw it, elevenish, 

Not really watching, 

I’d only meant to think 

About it, how perhaps 

It flew away 

From chaos.

In the bedroom 

I pulled my chair

To look

Northwest, the way I do

And in the familiar sky

There it was, perfect,

What I didn’t know and

Wanted to see for myself

Just there, 

Then gone

Doesn’t even matter 

If there is a point

I found the comet, 

In the northwest sky

Under the tail of the Dipper, 

Something led me here in my life

To darkness, no canopy 

To shade infinite question

It just may be that

I’m moving to what is: 

Each glimpse a whole 

Earlier, some sky 

Announcing difference, perhaps

Meaning 

More beautiful than 

Nights before, 

I found a notion to just

Take pictures of the conversation in

My head, looking into the opening of

Nights on end. 

Who walks then, in to 

Stars, behind logic 

Constraints that won’t stand 

Any test of time,

I watch a sky, I 

Watch the stars, 

Not alone

July 23