Sonnet of Random Thoughts on Comets
Coming right after my first divorce,
I took Comet Hale-Bopp’s beautiful
sunset show as a good omen— vivid
smudge of yellow in the orange twilight.
My second naked eye comet was barely
noticed and leaves me none the wiser.
While cowering in fear of maskless zombies,
I am proud of my astronomical vigilance.
But I missed Halley’s Comet in ’86.
On the cusp of adulthood in Chicago,
I didn’t even try to bear witness
nor raise a glass to Twain’s return.
I’ll be 97 when it’s back in our skies
but will I have my own or new synthetic eyes?